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, 'Yes Them, Heart W'Nts, Care Ha'Nts, Foot F'llows K'Nd, Their R'Nsom, Th'Ir Rescue, 'Nd First, F'St, Last Fri'Nd.