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III. The Part Nearest Home From the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs, even glory to the righteous. But I said, My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me. — Isaiah, 24:16 WHAT THE EARTH ASKED ME "Why did you kiss the girl who cried For lovers through her lonely mind, Homely as sin and sick of pride?" In pity for my kind. "What good will pity do the lost Who flutter in the driven wind, Wild for the body, ghost on ghost?" No good, no good to me. "Why did you hammer with your fist That beetle on the window-blind, Withered in summer's holocaust?" In pity for my kind. "What good will pity do the found Who flutter in the driven wind, Wild to be ghosts below the ground?" No good, no good to me. "The living and the dead together Flutter before, flutter behind. Why do you try to change the weather?" In pity for my kind. SAINT JUDAS 77 ...

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