Tomorrow is always, with arms
Beckoning deliverance.
A divine threshold, hugged through
O'er and o'er.
Curious, and a hell besides
Its angel, you, eloped with
Resists more!
Always that brightness, tomorrow
In which blessedness resides.
And I have daily, unto it
Quite passed on.
Curious, is how I advance
Still to outline a dying
Man's vision!
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