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11It is portentous, and a thing of state It is portentous, and a thing of state
22That here at midnight, in our little town That here at midnight, in our little town
33A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
44Near the old court-house pacing up and down, Near the old court-house, pacing up and down.
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66Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards Or by his homestead, or by shadowed yards
77He lingers where his children used to play, He lingers where his children used to play,
88Or through the market, on the well-worn stones Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
99He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
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1111A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
1212A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl. A famous high top-hat, and plain worn shawl
1313 Make him the quaint, great figure that men love,
1414He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
1515He is among us: as in times before!
1616And we who toss and lie awake for long, He cannot sleep upon his hillside now.
1717Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. He is among us:--as in times before!
1818 And we who toss or lie awake for long
1919His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door.
2020Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
2121Too many fight, too many weep. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings.
2222 Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
2323The sins of war-lords burn his heart. Too many peasants fight, they know not why,
2424He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. Too many homesteads in black terror weep.
2525He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now
2626The bitterness, the folly and the pain. The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart.
2727 He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main.
2828He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now
2929Shall come; the shining hope of people free: The bitterness, the folly and the pain.
3030A league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth,
3131Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn
3232 Shall come:--the shining hope of Europe free:
3333It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth,
3434That all his hours of travail Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea.
3535Seem yet in vain. And who will bring sweet peace
36It breaks his heart that kings must murder still,
37That all his hours of travail here for men
38Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace
3639That he may sleep upon his hill again?That he may sleep upon his hill again?

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