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XLI. DEED. A deed knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well. It then goes out an act, Or is entombed so still That only to the ear of God Its doom is audible. FORTY ONE DEED A DEED KNOCKS FIRST AT THOUGHT AND THEN IT KNOCKS AT WILL THAT IS THE MANUFACTURING SPOT AND WILL AT HOME AND WELL IT THEN GOES OUT ON ACT OR IS ENTOMBED SO STILL THAT ONLY TO THE EAR OF GOD ITS DOOM IS AUDIBLE
tive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! XXXVIII. THE PREACHER. He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, -- The broad are too broad to define; And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, -- The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence As gold the pyrites would shun. What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus To meet so enabled a man! XXXIX. Good night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you! It might have been the lighthouse spark Some sailor, rowing in the dark, Had importuned to see! It might have been the waning lamp That lit the drummer from the camp To purer reveille! XL. When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm, Serpent cannot charm; He deposes doom, Who hath suffered him. R WINES CAUTIOUS HINT TO ANY CAPTIVE YOU HAVE PASSED ENFRANCHISED FEET ANECDOTES OF AIR IN DUNGEONS HAVE SOMETIMES PROVED DEADLY SWEET THIRTY EIGHT THE PREACHER HE PREACHED UPON BREADTH TILL IT ARGUED HIM NARROW THE BROAD OR TOO BROAD TO DEFINE AND OF TRUTH UNTIL IT PROCLAIMED HIM A LIAR THE TRUTH NEVER FLAUNTED A SIGN SIMPLICITY FLED FROM HIS COUNTERFEIT PRESENCE AS GOLD THE PYRITES WOULD SHUN WHAT CONFUSION WOULD COVER THE INNOCENT JESUS TO MEET SO ENABLED A MAN THIRTY NINE GOOD NIGHT WHICH PUT THE CANDLE OUT A JEALOUS ZEPHYR NOT A DOUBT AH FRIEND YOU LITTLE KNEW HOW LONG AT THAT CELESTIAL WICK THE ANGELS LABOUR DILIGENT EXTINGUISHED NOW FOR YOU IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE LIGHTHOUSE SPARK SOME SAILOR ROWING IN THE DARK HAD IMPORTUNED TO SEE IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE WANING LAMP THAT LIT THE DRUMMER FROM THE CAMP TO PURER REVELRY FORTY WHEN I HOPED I FEARED SINCE I HOPED I DARED EVERYWHERE ALONE AS A CHURCH REMAIN SPECTRE CANNOT HARM SERPENT CANNOT CHARM HE DEPOSES DOOM WHO HATH SUFFERED HIM
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