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common goods of all Fall into the hands of one, Straight of Rights of Property He will prate and Ownership. "Property! Just Ownership? Property is theft! O lies! Craft and folly!--such a mixture Man alone would dare invent. "Never yet did Nature make Properties, for pocketless We are born into the world-- Who hath pockets in his pelt? "None of us was ever born With such little sacks devised In our outer hides and skins To enable us to steal! "Only man, that creature smooth Who in alien wool is garbed Artfully, in artful wise Made himself such pockets too. "Pockets! as unnatural As is property itself, Or that law of have-and-hold. Men are only pocket-thieves! "Flamingly I hate them! Thee All my hatred I bequeath. Oh, my son, upon this shrine Shalt thou swear eternal hate! "Be the mortal foeman thou Of th' oppressor, unforgiving To thy very end of days! Swear it--swear it here, my son!" And the youngster swore as once Hannibal. The moonbeams bleak Yellowed on the bloodstone hoary And that brace of misanthropes. Later shall our harp record How the young bear kept his faith And his plighted oath,--for him Shall our epic strings be strung. With regard to Atta Troll, Let us leave him for a space, So we may the surer smite Him with our unerring ball. Traitor to Humanity! Thou art judged, the sentence writ. Of _lese-majeste_ thou'rt guilty, And to-morrow sees the chase. [Illustration] CANTO XI Like to sleepy dancing-girls Lift the mountains white and cold, Standing in their skirts of mist Flaunted by the winds of morn. Yet full soon their breasts shall glow To the sun-god's burning kiss, He shall tear the clinging veils And illume their beauty nude. In the early dawn had I With Lascaro sallied forth On a bear-hunt and the noon Saw us at the Pont d'Espagne. Thus is named the bridge that leads From the land of France to Spain, To barbarians of the West, Centuries behind the times. Full ten centuries they lie From all modern thought removed, And my own barbarians Of the East--not more than two. Lingering an
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