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Baptism

 Into the furnace let me go alone;
Stay you without in terror of the heat.
I will go naked in--for thus ''tis sweet-- Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.
I will not quiver in the frailest bone, You will not note a flicker of defeat; My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet, My mouth give utterance to any moan.
The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears; Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name.
Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears, Transforming me into a shape of flame.
I will come out, back to your world of tears, A stronger soul within a finer frame.

by Claude McKay
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