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Blight
Mildew I am, the forerunner of Death.
The Manito of the Locusts
No green thing grows my shadow underneath.
Waste
My wantonness tramples on all you left.
War
The orts from the open mouth I reft.
Blight
They have sown, they have planted,—I hinder'd the growth.
Locust Spirit
When the harvest was promised I came,—
Like a flame I devour'd.
Waste
I more than you both
Have consumed, and had never a care.
War
My name is Despair. Who will sow
With War for his foe?
All
Famine! we are here, each one
To stand underneath thy throne
Bearer of a corner stone
Of the sepulchre whereon
We would have thee sit supreme,
Leaving us the task to make
Human hope a starveling's dream
For thy name's sake.
Mildew I am, the forerunner of Death.
The Manito of the Locusts
No green thing grows my shadow underneath.
Waste
My wantonness tramples on all you left.
War
The orts from the open mouth I reft.
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They have sown, they have planted,—I hinder'd the growth.
Locust Spirit
When the harvest was promised I came,—
Like a flame I devour'd.
Waste
I more than you both
Have consumed, and had never a care.
War
My name is Despair. Who will sow
With War for his foe?
All
Famine! we are here, each one
To stand underneath thy throne
Bearer of a corner stone
Of the sepulchre whereon
We would have thee sit supreme,
Leaving us the task to make
Human hope a starveling's dream
For thy name's sake.
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