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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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THE LITTLE HILL

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H, here the air is sweet and still,And soft's the grass to lie on;And far away's the little hillThey took for Christ to die on. And there's a hill across the brook,And down the brook's another;But, oh, the little hill they took,--I think I am its mother! The moon that saw Gethsemane,I watch it rise and set:It has so many things to see,They help it to forget. But little hills that sit at homeSo many hundred years,Remember Greece, remember Rome,Remember Mary's tears. And far away in Palestine,Sadder than any other,Grieves still the hill that I call mine,--I think I am its mother!