where I stand, they slew you, brothers, whom
Hell's wrongs unutterable had made as mad.
The rifle-shots re-echoed in his tomb,
The gilded scoundrel's who had been so glad.

O Morny, O blood-sucker of thy race!
O brain, O hand that wrought out empire that
The lust in one for power, for tinsel place,
Might rest; one lecher's hungry heart grow fat,--

Is it for nothing, now and evermore,
O you whose sin in life had death in ease,
The murder of your victims beats the door
Wherein your careless carrion lies at peace?

AUX TERNES. {46}
(_Paris_.)

SHE.--"_Up and down_, _up and down_,
_From early eve to early day_.
_Life is quicker in the town_;
_When you've leisure_, _anyway_!

"_Down and up_, _down and up_!
_O will no one stop and speak_?
_I would really like to sup_,
_And my limbs are heavy and weak_.

"_What's my price_, _sir_? _I'm no Jew_.
_If with me you wish to sleep_,
_'Tis five francs_, _sir_. _Surely you_
_Will admit that that is cheap_?"

HE.--"Christ, if you are not stone blind,
Stone deaf also, you know it is
Christian towns leave far behind
Sodom and those other cities.

"Bid your Father strike this town,
Wipe it utterly away!
Weary, hungry, up and down
From early eve to early day?

"Magdalen knew nought like this;
She had food and roof above;
Seven devils, too, did she possess;
This poor soul had but one--love!

"O my sister, take me, kill me!
I am one of those who once
Only cared to feast and fill me
On these robbed and murdered ones.

"Kill me? Nay, but love me; listen.
I have too a gospel word,
Fit to make still, dull eyes glisten,
And, like Christ's, it brings a sword!

"No, Christ is not deaf nor blind;
He's but dust in Syrian ground,
And his Father has declined
To a parson's phrase, a sound.

"Not by such, then, but by _us_
These hell-wrongs must be redressed.
Take this morsel venomous;
Nourish it within your breast.

"You must live on, live and hate;
Conquer wrath, despair and pain;
For "we