Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Blustering God
3. You tell me this is God?
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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