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The Tent

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Only the stars endome the lonely camp,
Only the desert leagues encompass it;
Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit,
Embattled Cold, Imagination's Cramp.
Now were the Desolation fain to stamp
The congealed Spirit of man into the pit,
Save that, unquenchable because unlit,
The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp.

It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars.

It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars.
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Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014

Hmm.....not sure I'm understanding this the way it's meant to be understood.

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