Poem by Stephen Crane

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Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.

1. Blustering God
2. I walked in a desert
3. Many workmen
4. Love walked alone
5. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel

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