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’Tis not when I am here,

In these homeless homes,

Where sin and shame and disease

And foul death comes;

’Tis not when heart and brain

Would be still and forget

Men and women and children

Dragged down to the pit:

But when I hear them declaiming

Of “liberty,” “order,” and “law,”

The husk-hearted gentleman

And the mud-hearted bourgeois,

That a sombre hateful desire

Burns up slow in my breast

To wreck the great guilty temple,

And give us rest!