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The Snare
My kingdom is within you haste to findIts glorious dawn bright streaming in the west
Open thine inward eye for thou art blind
Behold the morning waits go cleanse thy breast
For see its herald he who goes before
And with his warning voice prepares the way
Quick o'er your hearts his cleansing water pour
And you shall see the rising of my day
Go not from place to place it comes not so
But as the lightning shineth from the east
And to the west its forked branches go
E'en so unnoticed has its light increased
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And none escape who slight John's true command
Poem No. 340; fall 1838–summer 1839
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