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Harlem John Henry Views the Airmada 1
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Dunbar-Nelson, Alice
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2016
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Harlem John Henry Views the Airmada 1
2016
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Money marts and trade, Argosies on seas, schools, churches, trusts and rings, Politicians, wealth, cotton, wheat, machines, Steel tracks, flung spider-like oer continent. 100 Harlem John Henry hears a tiny voice, Piping a thin thread through that turgid roar, \"Get money, get trades, be thrifty, be compliant!\" \"We are climbin' Jacob's ladder, 105 We are climbin' Jacob's ladder, Every roun' goes higher, higher, Every roun' goes higher, higher, Soldiers of de Cross!\"110 Beauty is lost in smugness, sordidness, Harlem John Henry sights a bombing plane, Flashing white shafts across the lowering sky, As back in Ninety-eight there gleamed cruel steel Of jingo jabs, and little children sang 115 About a ship called Maine, that sank too soon.
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University of Nebraska Press
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