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Go, thieves, and take your riches, creep

To corners out of honest sight;

We shall not be so poor to keep

One thought of envy or despite.

But know that in sad surety when

Your sullen will betrays this earth

To sorrows of contagion, then

Beelzebub renews his birth.

When you defile the pleasant streams

And the wild bird’s abiding-place,

You massacre a million dreams

And cast your spittle in God’s face.