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The Lantern Out Of Doors

 Sometimes a lantern moves along the night,
 That interests our eyes. And who goes there?
 I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where,
With, all down darkness wide, his wading light? 
Men go by me whom either beauty bright
 In mould or mind or what not else makes rare:
 They rain against our much-thick and marsh air
Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite. 

Death or distance soon consumes them: wind
 What most I may eye after, be in at the end
I cannot, and out of sight is out of mind. 

Christ minds: Christ's interest, what to avow or amend
 There, éyes them, heart wánts, care haúnts, foot fóllows kínd,
Their ránsom, théir rescue, ánd first, fást, last friénd.






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