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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115275" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nightfall in Hungary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when the sun in darkness sets,<br>  And night falls on the earth,<br> Along the azure fields above<br>  The stars of heaven come forth;<br> <br> So when the sun of Liberty<br>  Grows dim to mortal eyes,<br> From out the gloom, like radiant stars,<br>  The world's true heroes rise.<br> <br> The men of human destiny,<br>  Whom glorious dreams inspire;<br> High-priests of Freedom, in whose souls<br>  Is shrined the sacred fire.<br> <br> The fire that through the wilderness<br>  In steadfast lustre streams;<br> That on the future, dim and dark,<br>  Sheds its effulgent beams.<br> <br> Thus, oh Hungaria! through the night<br>  That wraps thee in its gloom,<br> Light from one burning soul streams forth,<br>  A torch above thy tomb.<br> <br> Thy tomb! oh no -- the mouldering shroud<br>  The worm awhile must wear,<br> Ere, from its confines springing forth,<br>  He wings the upper air.<br> <br> Thy tomb! then from its door ere long<br>  The stone shall roll away,<br> Thou shalt come forth, and once again<br>  Greet the new-risen day.<br> <br> The day that prayed and waited for<br>  So long, shall surely rise,<br> As surely as to-morrow's sun<br>  Again shall greet our eyes.<br> <br> What though before the shape evoked<br>  The coward heart has quailed,<br> And when the hour, the moment came,<br>  The recreant arm has failed: --<br> <br> What though the apostate wields the sword<br>  With fratricidal hand,<br> And the last Romans wander forth<br>  In exile o'er the land: --<br> <br> What though suspended o'er thee hangs<br>  The Austrian's glittering steel;<br> What though thy heart is crushed beneath<br>  The imperial Cossack's heel: --<br> <br> Not to the swift is given the race,<br>  The battle to the strong;<br> Up to the listening ear of God<br>  Is borne the mighty wrong.<br> <br> From Him the mandate has gone forth,<br>  The giant Power must fall;<br> Oh Prophet! read'st thou not the doom,<br>  The writing on the wall!<br> <br> The slaves of Power, the sword, the scourge,<br>  The scaffold and the chain,<br> Awhile may claim their hecatombs<br>  Of hero martyrs slain.<br> <br> But they that war with Tyranny<br>  Still mightier weapons bear;<br> Winged, arrowy thoughts, that pierce like light,<br>  Impalpable as air.<br> <br> Thoughts that strike through the triple mail,<br>  That spread, and burn, and glow,<br> More quenchless than that fire the Greeks<br>  Rained on their Moslem foe.<br> <br> Rest, rest in peace, heroic shades,<br>  Whose blood like water ran:<br> For every crimson drop ye shed,<br>  Shall rise an arméd man.<br> <br> Rest, rest in peace, heroic souls,<br>  Who wander still on earth;<br> THOUGHTS, your immortal messengers,<br>  Are on their mission forth.<br> <br> The pioneers of Liberty,<br>  Invincible they throng;<br> They scale and undermine the towers<br>  And battlements of Wrong.<br> <br> Speak! Sages, Poets, Patriots, speak!<br>  And the dark pile shall fall,<br> As at the Prophet's trumpet tones<br>  Once fell the city's wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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