Justice Denied In Massachusetts
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ustice Denied In Massachusetts Let us abandon then our gardens and go homeAnd sit in the sitting-roomShall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud?Sour to the fruitful seedIs the cold earth under this cloud,Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannotconquer;We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them. Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room.Not in our dayShall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before,Beneficent upon usOut of the glittering bay,And the warm winds be blown inward from the seaMoving the blades of cornWith a peaceful sound. Forlorn, forlorn,Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow.And the petals drop to the ground,Leaving the tree unfruited.The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weeduprooted—We shall not feel it again.We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain. What from the splendid deadWe have inherited —Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued —See now the slug and the mildew plunder.Evil does overwhelmThe larkspur and the corn;We have seen them go under. Let us sit here, sit still,Here in the sitting-room until we die;At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go;Leaving to our children's children the beautiful doorway,And this elm,And a blighted earth to tillWith a broken hoe.
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