Companion
to the devil!
You,
whose vice-like grip lays hold of man
Without
a breath of warning,
Whence
do you come, and what your gain?
You
have the strength of Hercules,
The
swiftness of an arrow;
You
have the patience of a Job,
And
all the elements of hell
Are
in your bony fingers!
May
15, 1895
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