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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341925" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Year's Burden -- 1870</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear,<br>Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer<br>As the storm shifts of the tempestuous year;<br> Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope sits yet hiding her war-wearied eyes,<br>Doubt sets her forehead earthward and denies,<br>But fear brought hand to hand with danger dies,<br> Dies and is burnt up in the fire of fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearts bruised with loss and eaten through with shame<br>Turn at the time's touch to devouring flame;<br>Grief stands as one that knows not her own name,<br> Nor if the star she sees bring day or night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No song breaks with it on the violent air,<br>But shrieks of shame, defeat, and brute despair;<br>Yet something at the star's heart far up there<br> Burns as a beacon in our shipwrecked sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O strange fierce light of presage, unknown star,<br>Whose tongue shall tell us what thy secrets are,<br>What message trembles in thee from so far?<br> Cry wellaway. but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From shores laid waste across an iron sea<br>Where the waifs drift of hopes that were to be,<br>Across the red rolled foam we look for thee,<br> Across the fire we look up for the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From days laid waste across disastrous years,<br>From hopes cut down across a world of fears,<br>We gaze with eyes too passionate for tears,<br> Where faith abides though hope be put to flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old hope is dead, the grey-haired hope grown blind<br>That talked with us of old things out of mind,<br>Dreams, deeds and men the world has left behind;<br> Yet, though hope die, faith lives in hope's despite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, with hearts fixed on death and hopeless hands<br>We stand about our banner while it stands<br>Above but one field of the ruined lands;<br> Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though France were given for prey to bird and beast,<br>Though Rome were rent in twain of king and priest,<br>The soul of man, the soul is safe at least<br> That gives death life and dead men hands to smite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are ye so strong, O kings, O strong men? Nay,<br>Waste all ye will and gather all ye may,<br>Yet one thing is there that ye shall not slay,<br> Even thought, that fire nor iron can affright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woundless and invisible thought that goes<br>Free throughout time as north or south wind blows,<br>Far throughout space as east or west sea flows,<br> And all dark things before it are made bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy thought, thy word, O soul republican,<br>O spirit of life, O God whose name is man:<br>What sea of sorrows but thy sight shall span?<br> Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all its coils crushed, all its rings uncurled,<br>The one most poisonous worm that soiled the world<br>Is wrenched from off the throat of man, and hurled<br> Into deep hell from empire's helpless height.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time takes no more infection of it now;<br>Like a dead snake divided of the plough,<br>The rotten thing lies cut in twain; but thou,<br> Thy fires shall heal us of the serpent's bite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, with red cautery and a burning brand<br>Purge thou the leprous leaven of the land;<br>Take to thee fire, and iron in thine hand,<br> Till blood and tears have washed the soiled limbs white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have sinned against thee in dreams and wicked sleep;<br>Smite, we will shrink not; strike, we will not weep;<br>Let the heart feel thee; let thy wound go deep;<br> Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wound us with love, pierce us with longing, make<br>Our souls thy sacrifices; turn and take<br>Our hearts for our sin-offerings lest they break,<br> And mould them with thine hands and give them might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, when the cup of ills is drained indeed,<br>Will we come to thee with our wounds that bleed,<br>With famished mouths and hearts that thou shalt feed,<br> And see thee worshipped as the world's delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There shall be no more wars nor kingdoms won,<br>But in thy sight whose eyes are as the sun<br>All names shall be one name, all nations one,<br> All souls of men in man's one soul unite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sea whereon men labour, O great sea<br>That heaven seems one with, shall these things not be?<br>O earth, our earth, shall time not make us free?<br> Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer
As the storm shifts of the tempestuous year;
 Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.

Hope sits yet hiding her war-wearied eyes,
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