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Show o THE DEVIL SAID TO FRANK CANNON: CAN-NON: "There are hearts to break; thoro aro souls to win From tho ways of peaco to tho paths of sin. Sweet homes may bo rendered desolate, deso-late, And trusting lovo may ho changed lo hate. Thcro aro hands to mm dor; to bo crimsoned rod; Thoro aro hopes to crush; thoro Is blight to shed, O'er tho young, tho pure and tho beauteous beau-teous fair, By you In tho rolo of an imp of despair. de-spair. "This Is tho work you cau do so well, Frank, Cursing the earth and exalting hell; Darkening tho glories of tho human soul Adding now names to Satan's roll. Want and sorrow, disease and shamo; Crimes that Satan shuddors to name, Danco and howl In tholr ghoulish gleo Around thoso spirits you havo marked for mo. "Debauchery, salo of principle; manhood's man-hood's dearest things, Make holl whero wo should hear tho angel's wings. Where'er may roll that flory fiood It Is swollen with tears and stained with blood. Tho voice that was raised in humble prayer, With muttering curses now (Ills tho air; Tho hand that shielded tho wife from ill, Now, with muttered curse, Is raised to kill. "Hold on your course, Frank, for you aro lining up With tho wine of God's wrath a bitter cup; And tho fiends exult in tholr realms below As you deepen tho pangs of human woo. Long, yc3, long, If I havo my way, Kro tho night of death shall close your day; For In malice, and IubI for (llllcrlng peir, You rival in mischief tho dovll himself." him-self." o |