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Credit: The design of love / written by E.B. Source: Wellcome Collection.
Provider: This material has been provided by Royal College of Physicians, London. The original may be consulted at Royal College of Physicians, London.
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![That builds again a drunken Baal’s* * * § shrine !— Restores the dark recesses Yenusf loved !— And spurns a “ sinner ” as a thing accurst; Yet bows to proud Hypocrisy and Cant, That ape the garb of “ saint ” in eager glee! THY scutcheon clean (though thou a chosen race) ?- — Then whence a cry from blood of thousands slain, Or by the sword or yet more deadly drink 130. A sordid people sell for cursed gold ?— Lo ! quaking Thames has marked an awful crime, J That proves a ready Murder in the midst — Its chosen haunt foul Prostitution’s den ! () thou for whom thy sons have often bled ; Whose vital air is Freedom’s living breath ! Seek not to clutch the thorny crown of Fame— A mocking form that myriads madly chase, And grasping find it but an empty shell!— But stretch a hand to take a nobler prize 140. Of self-denial HE HIMSELF has placed Before the eyes as goal of ended race ! REPENT-—for Mercy’s day may quickly pass !— Nor go in wilful pride from bad to worse ; For fear, surpassing Babylon of old, Thou surely draw on thee a waiting doom !— For whose the greater height, the greater fall! HE spoke to thee in Johnstown’s broken dyke !— § HIMSELF bestrode a panting, foam-flecked steed, That heard afar a roaring tide of death, 150. Ere swiftly came its all-devouring crest!— And HIS the voice whose startling echoes rang Alas ! unheeded by a busy world, Of instant doom to all who will not flee * Baal = Bacchus=Drink ! f Yenus, the goddess of Beauty —and Prostitution ! % The seven Whitechapel murders of a.d. 1888 (three more in the following year, and one more in 1891, February 13th), all the victims beiug prostitutes! § a.d. 1889 (May ?), bursting of a rain-swollen reservoir above Johnstown [Pennsylvania, U.S.A.] ; 10,000 people destroyed in one hour! Just before it burst a man galloped down the valley, warning all to flee to the hills—few heeded !—As both man and horse were swept away by the flood, his name may never be known !](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b24976659_0604.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)