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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Influenza</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh how shall I its deeds recount<br> Or measure the untold amount<br> Of ills that it has done?<br> From China’s bright celestial land<br> E’en to Arabia’s thirsty sand<br> It journeyed with the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O’er miles of bleak Siberia’s plains<br> Where Russian exiles toil in chains<br> It moved with noiseless tread;<br> And as it slowly glided by<br> There followed it across the sky<br> The spirits of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Ural peaks by it were scaled<br> And every bar and barrier failed<br> To turn it from its way;<br> Slowly and surely on it came,<br> Heralded by its awful fame,<br> Increasing day by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On Moscow’s fair and famous town<br> Where fell the first Napoleon’s crown<br> It made a direful swoop;<br> The rich, the poor, the high, the low<br> Alike the various symptoms know,<br> Alike before it droop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor adverse winds, nor floods of rain<br> Might stay the thrice-accursed bane;<br> And with unsparing hand,<br> Impartial, cruel and severe<br> It travelled on allied with fear<br> And smote the fatherland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fair Alsace and forlorn Lorraine,<br> The cause of bitterness and pain<br> In many a Gaelic breast,<br> Receive the vile, insatiate scourge,<br> And from their towns with it emerge<br> And never stay nor rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And now Europa groans aloud,<br> And ‘neath the heavy thunder-cloud<br> Hushed is both song and dance;<br> The germs of illness wend their way<br> To westward each succeeding day<br> And enter merry France.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fair land of Gaul, thy patriots brave<br> Who fear not death and scorn the grave<br> Cannot this foe oppose,<br> Whose loathsome hand and cruel sting,<br> Whose poisonous breath and blighted wing<br> Full well thy cities know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In Calais port the illness stays,<br> As did the French in former days,<br> To threaten Freedom’s isle;<br> But now no Nelson could o’erthrow<br> This cruel, unconquerable foe,<br> Nor save us from its guile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet Father Neptune strove right well<br> To moderate this plague of Hell,<br> And thwart it in its course;<br> And though it passed the streak of brine<br> And penetrated this thin line,<br> It came with broken force.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For though it ravaged far and wide<br> Both village, town and countryside,<br> Its power to kill was o’er;<br> And with the favouring winds of Spring<br> (Blest is the time of which I sing)<br> It left our native shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> God shield our Empire from the might<br> Of war or famine, plague or blight<br> And all the power of Hell,<br> And keep it ever in the hands<br> Of those who fought ‘gainst other lands,<br> Who fought and conquered well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Winston+Churchill">Winston Churchill</a><div class=q>
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