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Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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XXXIII

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Stephen Crane·1871–1900·literary realism
here was one I met upon the roadWho looked at me with kind eyes.He said, "Show me of your wares."And this I did,Holding forth one.He said, "It is a sin."Then held I forth another;He said, "It is a sin."Then held I forth another;He said, "It is a sin."And so to the end;Always he said, "It is a sin."And, finally, I cried out,"But I have none other."Then did he look at meWith kinder eyes."Poor soul!" he said.