Poem by Stephen Crane

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Once there was a man --
Oh, so wise!
In all drink
He detected the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
At last he cried thus:
”There is nothing --
No life,
No joy,
No pain --
There is nothing save opinion,
And opinion be damned.”

1. In the night
2. A spirit sped
3. If there is a witness to my little life
4. Blustering God
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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