Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.

1. "Have you ever made a just man?"
2. A spirit sped
3. Should the wide world roll away
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. Once there came a man

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