Where may be your House?
‘I am Jesus—Late of Judea—
Now—of Paradise’—
Wagons—have you—to convey me?
This is far from Thence—
‘Arms of Mine—sufficient Phaeton—
Trust Omnipotence’—
I am spotted—’I am Pardon’—
I am small—’The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest—
Occupy my House’—
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