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

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