<h3> <SPAN name="vision"></SPAN> THE VISION MAKER </h3>
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To EUGENE VICTOR DEBS</p>
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Christ-like he spoke. While angry cannon roared,<br/>
His vision tinged the torn and bleeding skies,<br/>
Men heard in him their own dumb anguished cries,<br/>
The heavens seemed to open at his word.<br/>
Give us a victim, shouted Caesar's horde,<br/>
From his black pyre red warnings shall arise,<br/>
The vision perishes, the prophet dies. . .<br/>
His truth is far more deadly than our sword!<br/></p>
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And deadlier his dream—a quenchless flame,<br/>
For which no dungeon fastness can be built . . .<br/>
You have but made the convict half divine,<br/>
Crowned Truth with martyrdom, yourselves with shame;<br/>
Not he, but you are branded deep with guilt;<br/>
His cell is holier than your highest shrine.<br/></p>
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