652 A Prison gets to be a friend — Between its Ponderous face And Ours — a Kinsmanship express — And in its narrow Eyes — We come to look with gratitude For the appointed Beam It deal us — stated as our food — And hungered for — the same — We learn to know the Planks — That answer to Our feet — So miserable a sound — at first — Nor ever now — so sweet — As plashing in the Pools — When Memory was a Boy — But a Demurer Circuit — A Geometric Joy — The Posture of the Key That interrupt the Day To Our Endeavor — Not so real The Check of Liberty — As this Phantasm Steel — Whose features — Day and Night — Are present to us — as Our Own — And as escapeless — quite — The narrow Round — the Stint — The slow exchange of Hope — For something passiver — Content Too steep for lookinp up — The Liberty we knew Avoided — like a Dream — Too wide for any Night but Heaven — If That — indeed — redeem —SourceThe script ran 0.008 seconds.
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