The Black Riders & Other Lines/Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
by Stephen Crane
4301Friend, your white beard sweeps the groundStephen Crane

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
Do you hope to see it
In one of your withered days?
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of justice?
Do not wait, friend!
Take your white beard
And your old eyes
To more tender lands.