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Would-be prophets tell us / We shall not re-know / Them that walked our fellows / In the ways below!
Smoking, smouldering Tophets / Steaming hopeless plaints!
Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!
Mean, skin-pledging saints!
Knowing not the Father / What their prophecies!
Grapes of such none gather, / Only thorns and lies.
Loving thus the brother, / How the Father tell?
Go without each other / To your heavenly hell!