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70 DEAD—A PRISONER

died the loneliest death of all,

Amid his foes he died.

But Someone's leaped the outer wall

And Someone's come inside,

And he has gotten a golden key

To set the lonesome prisoner free.

It was not Peter with the keys,

The heavenly janitor,

Who has passed them like a rushing breeze,

The gaolers at the door,

And to His bosom as a bed

Has taken the unmothered head.

A great light in the prison shone

That made the people blind:

Rise up, rise up, new-ransomed one,

And taste the sun and wind:

For I have gotten a golden key

To set all lonesome prisoners free.