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1882–1950

MIDNIGHT

James Stephens

And then I wakened up in such a fright; I thought I heard a movement in the room But did not dare to look; I snuggled right Down underneath the bedclothes — then the boom

Of a tremendous voice said, “Sit up, lad, And let me see your face.” So up I sat, Although I did n't want to. I was glad I did though, for it was an angel that

Had called me, and he said, he'd come to know Was I the boy who would n't say his prayers Nor do his sums, and that I'd have to go Straight down to hell because of such affairs.

... I said I'd be converted and do good If he would let me off — he said he would.

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