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Always the shadow in front .... always the reached hand bringing up the laggards.

The Lord advances and yet advances:

And I shall meet the real landlord perfect and unharmed, every inch as good ag myself.

And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,

The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement;

I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,

And I knew for my consolation what they knew not;

I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum,

You’ll be unmuzzled .... you certainly will.

Splay and twist as you like .... poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,

I see neath the rims of your haggard and mean disguises.

I see your rounded never-erased flow,

Well then you cannot trick me.

Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march?

Those are really men! .... the bosses and tufts of the great round globe!

An unceasing deathbell tolls there.

This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,

And this is some murderer’s knife with a halfpulled scabbard.

This face is bitten by vermin and worms,

The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground while he speculates well.