I.

=Fanaticism.=

“I know the dim haunts of fever, Where the blossoms of youth decay: I know where your free broad river Sweeps disease on its breast away.

“Yet despite your earnest pity, And despite its own smoke and din, I cling to yon crowded city, Though I shrink from its woe and sin.” _Hymns of Faith and Hope._

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