The tiger defines us for what we are. 


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.