Poem by Stephen Crane

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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

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

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