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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 VIZIER.

48 lines
Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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king, in this I praise thee not!Now must I call thy grief not wise.Is he thy friend, or of thy blood,To find such favor in thine eyes? Nay, were he thine own mother’s son,Still thou art king, and the law stands.It were not meet the balance swerved,The sword were broken in thy hands. But being nothing, as he is,Why for no cause make sad thy face?Lo, I am old! three kings ere theeHave I seen reigning in this place. But who, through all this length of time,Could bear the burden of his years,If he for strangers pained his heartNot less than those who merit tears? Fathers we _must_ have, wife and child,And grievous is the grief for these;This pain alone, which _must_ be borne,Makes the head white, and bows the knees. But other loads than this his own,One man is not well made to bear.Besides, to each are his own friends,To mourn with him, and show him care. Look, this is but one single place,Though it be great; all the earth round,If a man bear to have it so,Things which might vex him shall be found. Upon the Russian frontier, whereThe watchers of two armies standNear one another, many a man,Seeking a prey unto his hand, Hath snatched a little fair-haired slave;They snatch also, towards Mervè,The Shiah dogs, who pasture sheep,And up from thence to Orgunjè. And these all, laboring for a lord,Eat not the fruit of their own hands;Which is the heaviest of all plagues,To that man’s mind who understands. The kaffirs also (whom God curse!)Vex one another, night and day;There are the lepers, and all sick;There are the poor, who faint alway. All these have sorrow, and keep still,Whilst other men make cheer, and sing.Wilt thou have pity on all these?No, nor on this dead dog, O king!
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