Poem by Stephen Crane

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Blustering God
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. With eye and with gesture
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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