The tiger defines us for what we are. 

CR 

On Sun, Jan 1, 2017 at 11:49 AM Carrol Cox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry



Every blackening church appals,



And the hapless soldier’s sigh



Runs in blood down palace-walls.



But most, through midnight streets I hear



How the youthful harlot’s curse



Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,



And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.