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A Fence As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble and all vagabonds and hungry men and all wandering children looking for a place to play. Passing through the bars and over the steel points will go nothing except Death and the Rain and To-morrow.

Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, Held where he can not move: