For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine - George W. Sears Nessmuk
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
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