Poem by Stephen Crane

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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
And bad black lands,
But the scene is grey.”

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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