"There floats a
phantom on the slum's foul air,
Shaping, to eyes which
have the gift of seeing,
Into the Spectre of
that loathly lair.
Face it--for vain is
fleeing!
Red-handed, ruthless,
furtive, unerect,
'Tis murderous
Crime--the Nemesis of Neglect! "
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