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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>"Vengeance is Mine," Saith the Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wouldst not be avenged if thou hadst but<br>Insight enough into the human heart,<br>Into its frailty and its cowardice.<br>Thou wouldst not be avenged if thou but sawest<br>How mad, how childish and how selfish are<br>The helpless ones, that did thee harm because<br>They thought--Ah! What then thought they! That perchance<br>You hated them, or trod them down, or took<br>Their sun away; and e'en for love will they<br>Destroy thee, meaning well with thee--so well,<br>That they as lief would see thee dead, not to<br>Belong to what they hate--thy work, thy friend,<br>Thy strong ambition, or the gift that God<br>Hath put into thy soul, that calleth thee<br>Away to other heights and other temples,<br>Then where they long have worshipped. They dislike<br>Thy road, they word, they call it strange and dark,<br>And they would lead thee back to where they started<br>So long ago with thee, and show the wrong<br>Thou doest quite unwittingly. A sigh,<br>A smile is all thine answer, but thy way<br>Is chosen; then the hue and cry is raised<br>Against thee, and thy staunchest friends will pile<br>With eager hands the wood on which to burn<br>Thy very soul, and not a tear will quench<br>That fire, not a hand will save thee, for<br>Thou art misunderstood, misjudged, despised,<br>And hated by the friends, who once believed<br>In thee as in their God. And what revenge<br>Could help thee? Falling back on thee, thy arm<br>Struck to the ground, thy heart a desert, not<br>Devastated to bloom again, but burnt<br>To lava by your heart's own flame of vengeance.<br>And if forgiveness be too great for thee,<br>Go past, turn not thy head, speak not a word<br>That cannot be recalled, and that will bar<br>The road for ever, that will cut the cloth<br>Between thy foes and thee. The present hour<br>Hath made that foe, who may come back to thee,<br>And see thy truth. Be great and say: I have<br>No foe! I smile, and they are nought! A breath<br>May lay them low, so low that they must call<br>To me for help! Then is thy vengeance ripe!<br>Give help with gentle pity. Feel that thou<br>Art ready with a well of living waters,<br>With flowers still more lovely than before.<br>Keep down the flames that make thee a volcano.<br>Let lovely warmth be all their strength. For thou<br>Art called upon to love and not to hate,<br>To help and not to punish, as thine eyes<br>Are far too weak to see the consequence<br>Of human anger. Even the volcano<br>Is aimless, powerless, like Fate itself,<br>And thou canst not be Fate. Ah! Be thou then<br>A human heart amongst poor human hearts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</a><div class=q>
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