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1 | 1 | It is portentous, and a thing of state | It is portentous, and a thing of state |
2 | 2 | That here at midnight, in our little town | That here at midnight, in our little town |
3 | 3 | A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, | A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, |
4 | 4 | Near the old court-house pacing up and down | Near the old court-house, pacing up and down. |
5 | 5 | ||
6 | 6 | Or by his homestead, or | Or by his homestead, or by shadowed yards |
7 | 7 | He lingers where his children used to play, | He lingers where his children used to play, |
8 | 8 | Or through the market, on the well-worn stones | Or through the market, on the well-worn stones |
9 | 9 | He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. | He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. |
10 | 10 | ||
11 | 11 | A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, | A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, |
12 | 12 | A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl | A famous high top-hat, and plain worn shawl |
13 | 13 | Make him the quaint, great figure that men love, | |
14 | 14 | The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. | |
15 | 15 | ||
16 | 16 | He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. | |
17 | 17 | He is among us:--as in times before! | |
18 | 18 | And we who toss or lie awake for long | |
19 | 19 | Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. | |
20 | 20 | ||
21 | 21 | His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. | |
22 | 22 | Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? | |
23 | 23 | T | Too many peasants fight, they know not why, |
24 | 24 | Too many homesteads in black terror weep. | |
25 | 25 | ||
26 | 26 | The | The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. |
27 | 27 | He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. | |
28 | 28 | He ca | He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now |
29 | 29 | The bitterness, the folly and the pain. | |
30 | 30 | ||
31 | 31 | He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn | |
32 | 32 | Shall come:--the shining hope of Europe free: | |
33 | 33 | The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth, | |
34 | 34 | Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea. | |
35 | 35 | ||
36 | It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, | ||
37 | That all his hours of travail here for men | ||
38 | Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace | ||
36 | 39 | That he may sleep upon his hill again? | That he may sleep upon his hill again? |
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