Poem by Stephen Crane

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I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"

1. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. "Think as I think," said a man
4. Many workmen
5. To the maiden

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