Narrow the house may be and poor,
But should it be where you will stay,
Then I will want for nothing more.
Entreat me not to go away.
Your bread shall be my bread, your prayer
Shall be my prayer. And always know
That though you go I know not where,
Gladly I follow where you go.
—Thomas Banks
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