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<h2> Anarchy </h2>
<p>I saw a city filled with lust and shame,<br/>
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;<br/>
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came<br/>
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.<br/>
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And speaking, fell before that brutish race<br/>
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,<br/>
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face<br/>
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.<br/>
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"Speak not of God! In centuries that word<br/>
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."<br/>
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard<br/>
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.<br/></p>
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