Cry " Murder " in the market-place, and each

Cry " Murder " in the market-place, and each
Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes
Asking: " Art thou the man? " We hunted Cain
Some centuries ago across the world.
This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain
To-day.
His Wedded Wife .
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