Not in this world to see his face br Sounds long, until I read the place br Where this is said to be br But just the primer to a life br Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, br Clasped yet to him and me. br br And yet, my primer suits me so br I would not choose a book to know br Than that, be sweeter wise; br Might some one else so learned be. br And leave me just my A B C, br Himself could have the skies.