Poem by Stephen Crane

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I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."
I cried, "Well, But --
The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon."
A voice said, "It is no desert."

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Blustering God
3. Two or three angels
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. With eye and with gesture

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