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—
Goodbye
,
now
,
goodbye
!
Write
down
all
I
said
And
tell
Tom
,
Dick
and
Harry
I
rose
from
the
dead
.
What
’
s
bred
in
the
bone
cannot
fail
me
to
fly
And
Olivet
’
s
breezy
.
.
.
Goodbye
,
now
,
goodbye
!
He
capered
before
them
down
towards
the
fortyfoot
hole
,
fluttering
his
winglike
hands
,
leaping
nimbly
,
Mercury
’
s
hat
quivering
in
the
fresh
wind
that
bore
back
to
them
his
brief
birdsweet
cries
.
Haines
,
who
had
been
laughing
guardedly
,
walked
on
beside
Stephen
and
said
:
—
We
oughtn
’
t
to
laugh
,
I
suppose
.
He
’
s
rather
blasphemous
.
I
’
m
not
a
believer
myself
,
that
is
to
say
.
Still
his
gaiety
takes
the
harm
out
of
it
somehow
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
What
did
he
call
it
?
Joseph
the
Joiner
?
—
The
ballad
of
joking
Jesus
,
Stephen
answered
.
—
O
,
Haines
said
,
you
have
heard
it
before
?
—
Three
times
a
day
,
after
meals
,
Stephen
said
drily
.
