And they are you.
Are new.
BILLIE POTTS
For they have been dipped in the healing flood.
For they
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been dipped in the redeeming flood.
For they have been dipped in Time
And Time
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only beginnings
Time is only and always beginnings
And is the redemption of our crime
And is our Saviour's priceless blood.
For Time is always the new place,
And no-place.
For Time is always the new name and the new face,
And no-name and no-face.
For Time is motion
For Time is innocence
For Time is West.)
Oh, who is coming along the trace,
Whistling along in the late sunshine,
With a big black hat above his big red face
And a long black coat that swings so fine?
Oh, who i<; riding along the trace
Back to the land between the rivers,
With a big black beard growing down to his guts
And silver mountings on his pistol-butts
And a belt as broad as a saddle-girth
And a look in his eyes like he owned the earth?
And meets a man riding up the trace
And looks right sharp and scans his face
And says, "Durn if'n hit ain't Joe Drew!"
"I reckin hit's me," says Joe and gives a spit,
"But whupped if'n I figger how you knows hit,
Fer if'n I'm Joe, then who air you?"
And the man with black beard says: "Why, I'm Little Billie!"
And Joe Drew says: "Wal, I'll be whupped."
"Be whupped," Joe said, "and whar you goen?"
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