Josephine Preston Peabody,
The Piper: A Play in Four Acts
“ And have I got this Hamelin in my hands, To make it pay its thousand cruelties With such a fool's one-more? . . . —You know right well, 'T was not the thousand guilders that I wanted For thee, or me, or any!—Ten would serve. But there it ached; there, in the money-bag That serves the town of Hamelin for an heart! That stab was mortal! And I thrust it deep. Life, life, I wanted; safety,—sun and wind!— And but to show them how that daily fear They call their faith, is made of blasphemies That would put out the Sun and Moon and Stars, Early, for some last Judgment! ”
