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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