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Ambrose Bierce
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Christian
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo! / The godly multitudes walked to and fro / Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,
Decalogue
Thou shalt no God but me adore: / 'Twere too expensive to have more. / No images nor idols make
Elegy
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; / The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; / The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
Piety
The pig is taught by sermons and epistles / To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.
Rimer
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires, / The sound surceases and the sense expires. / Then the domestic dog, to east and west,
Safety-Clutch
Once I seen a human ruin / In a elevator-well. / And his members was bestrewin'
The Day of Wrath
Day of Satan's painful duty! / Earth shall vanish, hot and sooty; / So says Virtue, so says Beauty.
The Mad Philosopher
The flabby wine-skin of his brain / Yields to some pathologic strain, / And voids from its unstored abysm
The New Decalogue
Have but one God: thy knees were sore / If bent in prayer to three or four. / Adore no images save those
The Statesmen
How blest the land that counts among / Her sons so many good and wise, / To execute great feats of tongue
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