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George Meredith - To Cardinal Manning
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I, wakeful for the skylark voice in men,
Or straining for the angel of the light,
Rebuked am I by hungry ear and sight,
When I behold one lamp that through our fen
Goes hourly where most noisome; hear again
A tongue that loathsomeness will not affright
From speaking to the soul of us forthright
What things our craven senses keep from ken.
This is the doing of the Christ; the way
He went on earth; the service above guile
To prop a tyrant creed:  it sings, it shines;
Cries to the Mammonites:  Allay, allay
Such misery as by these present signs
Brings vengeance down; nor them who rouse revile.
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