Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (Амброз Гвиннет Бирс)

A Builder

I saw the devil-he was working free:
A customs-house he builded by the sea.
'Why do you this?' The devil raised his head;
'Churches and courts I've built enough,' he said.

1. The Valley of Dry Bones
2. Polyphemus
3. An Inscription
4. Matter for Gratitude
5. Safety-Clutch

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