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I dreamed that Gabriel took his horn	A
On Resurrection's fateful morn	A
And lighting upon Laurel Hill	B
Blew long blew loud blew high and shrill	B
The houses compassing the ground	C
Rattled their windows at the sound	C
But no one rose 'Alas ' said he	D
'What lazy bones these mortals be '	E
Again he plied the horn again	F
Deflating both his lungs in vain	G
Then stood astonished and chagrined	H
At raising nothing but the wind	I
At last he caught the tranquil eye	J
Of an observer standing by	J
Last of mankind not doomed to die	J
To him thus Gabriel 'Sir I pray	K
This mystery you'll clear away	K
Why do I sound my note in vain	G
Why spring they not from out the plain	G
Where's Luning Blythe and Michael Reese	L
Magee who ran the Golden Fleece	L
Where's Asa Fisk Jim Phelan who	M
Was thought to know a thing or two	M
Of land which rose but never sank	N
Where's Con O'Conor of the Bank	N
And all who consecrated lands	O
Of old by laying on of hands	O
I ask of them because their worth	P
Was known in all they wished the earth	P
Brisk boomers once alert and wise	Q
Why don't they rise why don't they rise '	E
The man replied 'Reburied long	R
With others of the shrouded throng	R
In San Mateo carted there	S
And dumped promiscuous anywhere	S
In holes and trenches all misfits	T
Mixed up with one another's bits	T
One's back bone with another's shin	U
A third one's skull with a fourth one's grin	U
Your eye was never never fixed	V
Upon a company so mixed	V
Go now among them there and blow	W
'Twill be as good as any show	W
To see them when they hear the tones	X
Compiling one another's bones	X
But here 'tis vain to sound and wait	Y
Naught rises here but real estate	Y
I own it all and shan't disgorge	Z
Don't know me I am Henry George '	E

Ambrose Bierce

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