Poem by Stephen Crane

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Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
Upon a mountain-top.
Then they went to the valley below,
And turned to behold their work.
”It is grand,” they said;
They loved the thing.

Of a sudden, it moved:
It came upon them swiftly;
It crushed them all to blood.
But some had opportunity to squeal.

1. Blustering God
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Once a man clambering to the housetops
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. There came whisperings in the winds

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