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contention, and gazing on the unutterable glories of the heavenly world, my beloved sleep departed, the unwelcome morning rushed in upon me, and bereaved me of the precious delights I had enjoyed in the night. So I awoke to disappointment and sorrow, finding myself still in the tents of Kedar, possessed as heretofore of that unclean nature, whence every evil to me proceeds, and still to go burdened and groaning because of a body of DEATH whilst in this tabernacle. Yea, after all, perhaps to be tired of this world, and yet afraid to venture into another.
Bartlett and Newman, Printers, Oxford.