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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Lightning and Tempest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves,<br>And the cedar toss'd her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride ;<br>The spring-wind pass'd through the town, through the housetops, casements, and eaves,<br>And whisper'd low in the hearts of the men, and the men replied,<br>Singing—'Let us rejoice in the light<br>Of our glory, and beauty, and might ;<br>Let us follow our own devices, and foster our own desires.<br>As firm as our oaks in our pride, as our cedars fair in our sight,<br>We stand like the trees of the forest that brave the frosts and the fires.'<br> <br>The storm went forth to the forest, the plague went forth to the town,<br>And the men fell down to the plague, as the trees fell down to the gale ;<br>And their bloom was a ghastly pallor, and their smile was a ghastly frown,<br>And the song of their hearts was changed to a wild, disconsolate wail,<br>Crying—'God ! we have sinn'd, we have sinn'd,<br>We are bruised, we are shorn, we are thinn'd,<br>Our strength is turn'd to derision, our pride laid low in the dust,<br>Our cedars are cleft by Thy lightnings, our oaks are strew'd by Thy wind,<br>And we fall on our faces seeking Thine aid, though Thy wrath is just.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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