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 And like the sun and moon, From both its sides to move And shine within its gates In rays of life and love. That moment Antonin, The horny stoker, saw His five and twenty years Beside the furnace door, The years in which the knife Of flame had cut his eyes.

And recognising that A man can ask no more Than this, to die a man, Above the darkness wide Above the spreading world, Enormously he cried:

Comrades of the power-house, I am blind-I cannot see.”

His comrades rushed In shock and fright. They bore him home In double night. One night, a wife And baby mourn; The other night A Blessed Dawn. Rh