Poem by Stephen Crane

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

1. To the maiden
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. Many red devils ran from my heart
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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