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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 whose 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, 'eyes them, heart 'wants, care 'haunts, foot 'follows
kind,
Their 'ransom, 'their rescue, 'and first, 'fast, last friend.
1877
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