Roll-Call
When I call o'er the roll-call of my wrongs,
The black folly with which my foes me charge,
How I am pilloried 'fore gaping throngs,
The puerile littleness of life bulks large.
The thieves and villains who hold me in thrall,
The Docs, and aggressors who put me here,
The wicked laws of this great State, and all
The Laws dread enginry the poor so fear
Force Hope-In-Man her breath to sudden catch,
Force Hope-In-Man to feel her time hath come,
And bid her swift prepare to lift the latch
Which opes the grimy portal to the tomb.
Hope in a thing that's grimmer yet than death.
Death's Master—Destiny—holds firm my breath.
The black folly with which my foes me charge,
How I am pilloried 'fore gaping throngs,
The puerile littleness of life bulks large.
The thieves and villains who hold me in thrall,
The Docs, and aggressors who put me here,
The wicked laws of this great State, and all
The Laws dread enginry the poor so fear
Force Hope-In-Man her breath to sudden catch,
Force Hope-In-Man to feel her time hath come,
And bid her swift prepare to lift the latch
Which opes the grimy portal to the tomb.
Hope in a thing that's grimmer yet than death.
Death's Master—Destiny—holds firm my breath.
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