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Show THE CAPTAIN'S DREAMT' He looked somewhat craced, Ui OaptaiX, -, With his singular, rapt faoo; and his eyes had a strange luster, Which waa the result of Grace. E. was very safe for plory. But ha didn't seem to oars, Eaid ha wouldn't be contented U tha whole world wasn't there. For his watchword was Salvation, And he seemed to And a spar Of a soul In every shiner, Though they strove to keep It dark. Till one day. Death's band upon him. His fierce ardor sought to break-Laid break-Laid him low In the poor attio He had lived In for our sake. Came a night when we stood watchinft Two or three about him there Suddenly be bid us bear bun , Just to breaths the cool night aln Bo we took the dying Captain To the window, moving slow; Far we feared his bean would fail hint At the evil sight below. For twas drawing oa to midnight; The New Cut was at its worst, Just a maze of drunken oiainor, j God forsaken aid accursed. , And tha yellow lamps were flaring , Ilifth, ttimujrh that strange market placa But there fell another luster On the Captain' wasted face. Ay, and from the garret window As he looked Into the town. Be beheld another City, Where the stream of lit. ran down. And he murmured, looking downward? "In fine linen, clean and white, Multitudes which none can number, And the Lord God is their light." Andrew Lang ta Longman s Mngarina |