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 A slant of sun on dull brown walls, by Stephen Crane 
						A slant of sun on dull brown walls,A forgotten sky of bashful blue.
 
 Toward God a mighty hymn,
 A song of collisions and cries,
 Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
 Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
 Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
 The unknown appeals of brutes,
 The chanting of flowers,
 The screams of cut trees,
 The senseless babble of hens and wise men --
 A cluttered incoherency that says at the stars:
 "O God, save us!"
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