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Fold Up the Tent
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Fold Up the Tent
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Fold up the tent! And I am well content, The night draws on, though night and day are one Fold up the tent! All that I loved has passed, Above the mountain's crest, John Oxenham
The sun is in the West.
Tomorrow my untainted soul will range
Among the blest.
For what is sent, is sent,
And God knows best.
Fold up the tent,
And speed the parting guest!
On this long quest.
This house was only lent
For my apprenticement&md;
What is, is best.
Its tenant would be gone,
To fairer skies than mortal eyes
May look upon.
And left me at the last
Alone!&md;alone!
Fold up the tent!
I hear a clear voice calling, calling clear,&md;
"To rest! To rest!"
And I am glad to go,
For the sweet oil is low,
