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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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Coventry Patmore·1823–1896
s nature in thee too spiritless,Ignoble, impotent, and dead,To prize her love and lovelinessThe more for being thy daily bread?And art thou one of that vile crewWhich see no splendour in the sun,Praising alone the good that’s new,Or over, or not yet begun?And has it dawn’d on thy dull witsThat love warms many as soft a nest,That, though swathed round with benefits,Thou art not singularly blest?And fail thy thanks for gifts divine,The common food of many a heart,Because they are not only thine?Beware lest in the end thou artCast for thy pride forth from the fold,Too good to feel the common graceOf blissful myriads who beholdFor evermore the Father’s face.