Poem by Stephen Crane

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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
”My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

1. The ocean said to me once
2. On the desert
3. To the maiden
4. Two or three angels
5. You tell me this is God?

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