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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? | |
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| Men go by me whom either beauty bright | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| Death or distance soon consumes them: wind | |
| What most I may eye after, be in at the end | 10 |
| I cannot, and out of sight is out of mind. | |
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| 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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| See Notes. |
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