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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Laudamus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save !<br>He is righteous whether He save or slay—<br>Brother ! give thanks for the gifts He gave,<br>Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away.<br>Shall we strive for that which is nothing ? Nay.<br>Shall we hate each other for that which fled ?<br>She is but a marvel of modelled clay,<br>And the smooth, clear white, and the soft, pure red<br>That we coveted, shall endure no day.<br> <br>Was it wise or well that I hated you<br>For the fruit that hung too high on the tree ?<br>For the blossom out of our reach that grew<br>Was it well or wise that you hated me ?<br>My hate has flown and your hate shall flee.<br>Let us veil our faces like children chid—<br>Can that violet orb we swore by see<br>Through that violet-vein'd, transparent lid ?—<br>Now the Lord forbid that this strife should be.<br> <br>Would you knit the forehead or clench the fist,<br>For the curls that never were well caress'd—<br>For the red that never was fairly kiss'd—<br>For the white that never was fondly press'd ?<br>Shall we nourish wrath while she lies at rest<br>Between us ? Surely our wrath shall cease.<br>We would fain know better—the Lord knows best—<br>Is there peace between us ? Yea, there is peace,<br>In the soul's release she at least is blest.<br> <br>Let us thank the Lord for His bounties all,<br>For the brave old days of pleasure and pain,<br>When the world for both of us seem'd too small—<br>Though the love was void and the hate was vain—<br>Though the word was bitter between us twain,<br>And the bitter word was kin to the blow,<br>For her gloss and ripple of rich gold rain,<br>For her velvet crimson and satin snow—<br>Though we never shall know the old days again.<br> <br>The Lord !—His mercy is great, men say ;<br>His wrath, men say, is a burning brand—<br>Let us praise Him, whether He save or slay,<br>And above her body let hand join hand.<br>We shall meet, my friend, in the spirit land—<br>Will our strife renew ? Nay, I dare not trust,<br>For the grim, great gulf that cannot be spann'd<br>Will divide us from her. The Lord is just,<br>She shall not be thrust where our spirits stand.</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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He is righteous whether He save or slay—
Brother ! give thanks for the gifts He gave,
Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away.
Shall we strive for that which is nothing ? Nay.
Shall we hate each o..."></div>
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