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A singer once, I now am fain to weep,

Within my soul I feel strange music swell,

Vast chants of tragedy too deep—too deep

For my poor lips to tell.

There is a stern and darkly passionate protest in the sonnet, 'Judgment,' against the senseless waste and carnage that is making the world desolate, and the same protest is voiced powerfully and as bitterly in 'Who Made the Law?' which was also found with his papers after his death:

But a happier spirit breathes through such