Jefferson ADAMS

AMEN

Lord, let this world choke
On its ragged masses,

Let it gag on its damned,
Its guilty and guiltless--no,

Allow no innocent souls,
But guide them all, hand

In hand, not to heaven,
But to some high spot of land

Of their own, where they can be
The last to see the darkness fall

And let them rest there, all
And be whole.

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