Now walk the streets; whilst degradation vile
Confronts them in their daily—hourly lives,
Because mankind will sell itself for gold
To one, who is the prince of hell; he rules
The States of falsehood in this mortal world
Wherein the moaning of tormented souls
Appeals to God[[159]] in mortal agony
To ease the burdens of their earthly lives
By teaching them of thee, O Queen of Heaven!
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