He died the loneliest death of all, <br />Amid his foes he died. <br />But Someone's leaped the outer wall <br />And Someone's come inside, <br />And he has gotten a golden key <br />To set the lonesome prisoner free. <br /> <br /> <br />It was not Peter with the keys, <br />The heavenly janitor, <br />Who has passed them like a rushing breeze, <br />The gaolers at the door, <br />And to His bosom as a bed <br />Has taken the unmothered head. <br /> <br /> <br />A great light in the prison shone <br />That made the people blind: <br />Rise up, rise up, new-ransomed one, <br />And taste the sun and wind: <br />For I have gotten a golden key <br />To set all lonesome prisoners free. <br /> <br /> <br />Yea they shall soar, shall spring aloft; <br />Their gyves shall not be rough, <br />But just the links of love, so soft <br />That they shall not cast off. <br />Rise up, my dear, and come away.' <br />And they went out to the great day.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-a-prisoner/
