Our Profession and Other Poems
The saddest of human wails.

A selfish, terrible monster

That drives away honor and truth

Is the cold-blooded fiend Repulsion,

The destroyer of tender youth.

[Pg 37]

The sea in its frenzy and fury,

When lashed by the wintry gales

Casts on the rocks its vessels

Bereft of their spars and sails;

The path of the fierce tornado,

Overstrewn with wild debris

Of fallen habitations

And uprooted forest tree;

The wreck of a world of matter

That transforms revolving spheres,

Which have gathered all their greatness

Through the lapse of a million years;

The snow-clad mountain terror—

The fearful avalanche—


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