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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mirage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,<br>That our horizon wears so strange a hue?<br>Is it but one more dream, or are we waking<br>To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, surely, in that golden glimmer streaking<br>The cloudy sky-line of the life of man,<br>We see the blessed day he has been seeking<br>In all directions since the world began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sign to each struggling and exhausted nation<br>Of hope fulfilled, redemption and release;<br>Sign of the end of needless tribulation,<br>And the beginning of the reign of Peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Country with country, brother with his brother,<br>Content to share, and not to grab and steal;<br>Ceasing the wild-beast battle, each with other,<br>To work in concert for the common weal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No class-strife more, neighbour with differing neighbour;<br>No waste or want, to breed the plague of crime;<br>No soul-debasing pomp and sordid labour,<br>No wars, no famines, in the coming time!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But swords of slaughter - valour and brains and money -<br>Turned into ploughshares for the lands redeemed,<br>To fill men's homes, as full as hives of honey,<br>With wealth unknown and happiness undreamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great Art no more the plaything of the idle,<br>But nurse and minister to every need;<br>Nature no longer cowed with bit and bridle;<br>Conscience enfranchised and Religion freed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All round our darksome isle the tide encroaches,<br>Distant and dim as yet, but spreading fast.<br>The reign of Love and Liberty approaches!<br>The heirs are coming to their own at last!<br>. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! What was that? The vanquished devil howling,<br>With guns and bombs, for brother devil's blood?<br>The primal savage out again - befouling<br>All this fair promise with his primal mud?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! So soon to see our lovely morning<br>Back in the hopeless night whence it arose,<br>And have no time to wait another dawning!<br>O Lord, how long - how long . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
Is it but one more dream, or are we waking
To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?

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