Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
 
Escape -  it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt -
 
’Tis not to sight the savior -
It is to be the saved -
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -

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