greater
are the
awful
pains，And
if the
tears do
fall as
rains，
This
monster
demon
smiles the
more While
passing by
each
hungry
door. He
crosses
now the
bone-dry
streams，
And
listens to
the
frantic
screamsOf
those who
on the
mountain
high Are
doomed
this awful
death to
die. In
valley and
on sandy
plainThe
beast
appears，
again，
again！ In
city and
in village
street，Where‘er
you go，
the beast
you meet！
A million
now have
bowed to
