Poem by Stephen Crane

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A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.

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. Tradition, thou art for suckling children

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