[BNP/E3, 49D² – 77]

[…]

2.

Since thou hast made it ever our dire doom

And makest us thy slaves even in the womb,

Thy slaves till the dark limit of the tomb

As sure thy slaves as the poor[1] things that creep.

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Since by some {…} dearer thou makest no bow

To thy Conventions, to thy faith and creeds,

And mad’st for us a Bible — none knows how

Where didst say “Men shall worship me and bow

† judges and burn us for our thoughts and deeds,

4

Receive from me this book of insane verse

The first of many a tear and many a groan,

May it be to thee like a hinging cause

And aid sink Thee and thy {…} universe.

As drowns a useless cat a heavy stone.

[77^v]

Anon

Charles Robert Anon.

Robert Anon

Charles Robert Anon.

[1] As sure thy slaves as the poor ^{/Thy slaves more surely than\}