Poem by Stephen Crane

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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
”My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

1. With eye and with gesture
2. The successful man has thrust himself
3. I stood upon a highway
4. Blustering God
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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