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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Litany Of Nations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee,<br> We thy latter sons, the men thine after-birth,<br> We the children of thy grey-grown age, O Earth,<br>O our mother everlasting, we beseech thee,<br>By the sealed and secret ages of thy life;<br> By the darkness wherein grew thy sacred forces;<br> By the songs of stars thy sisters in their courses;<br>By thine own song hoarse and hollow and shrill with strife;<br>By thy voice distuned and marred of modulation;<br> By the discord of thy measure's march with theirs;<br> By the beauties of thy bosom, and the cares;<br>By thy glory of growth, and splendour of thy station;<br>By the shame of men thy children, and the pride;<br> By the pale-cheeked hope that sleeps and weeps and passes,<br> As the grey dew from the morning mountain-grasses;<br>By the white-lipped sightless memories that abide;<br>By the silence and the sound of many sorrows;<br> By the joys that leapt up living and fell dead;<br> By the veil that hides thy hands and breasts and head,<br>Wrought of divers-coloured days and nights and morrows;<br>Isis, thou that knowest of God what worlds are worth,<br> Thou the ghost of God, the mother uncreated,<br> Soul for whom the floating forceless ages waited<br>As our forceless fancies wait on thee, O Earth;<br>Thou the body and soul, the father-God and mother,<br> If at all it move thee, knowing of all things done<br> Here where evil things and good things are not one,<br>But their faces are as fire against each other;<br>By thy morning and thine evening, night and day;<br> By the first white light that stirs and strives and hovers<br> As a bird above the brood her bosom covers,<br>By the sweet last star that takes the westward way;<br>By the night whose feet are shod with snow or thunder,<br> Fledged with plumes of storm, or soundless as the dew;<br> By the vesture bound of many-folded blue<br>Round her breathless breasts, and all the woven wonder;<br>By the golden-growing eastern stream of sea;<br> By the sounds of sunrise moving in the mountains;<br> By the forces of the floods and unsealed fountains;<br>Thou that badest man be born, bid man be free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GREECE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that made thee lovely with my beauty<br> From north to south:<br>Mine, the fairest lips, took first the fire of duty<br> From thine own mouth.<br>Mine, the fairest eyes, sought first thy laws and knew them<br> Truths undefiled;<br>Mine, the fairest hands, took freedom first into them,<br> A weanling child.<br>By my light, now he lies sleeping, seen above him<br> Where none sees other;<br>By my dead that loved and living men that love him;<br> (Cho.) Hear us, O mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ITALY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that was the light of thee enkindled<br> When Greece grew dim;<br>She whose life grew up with man's free life, and dwindled<br> With wane of him.<br>She that once by sword and once by word imperial<br> Struck bright thy gloom;<br>And a third time, casting off these years funereal,<br> Shall burst thy tomb.<br>By that bond 'twixt thee and me whereat affrighted<br> Thy tyrants fear us;<br>By that hope and this remembrance reunited;<br> (Cho.) O mother, hear us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SPAIN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that set my seal upon the nameless<br> West worlds of seas;<br>And my sons as brides took unto them the tameless<br> Hesperides.<br>Till my sins and sons through sinless lands dispersed,<br> With red flame shod,<br>Made accurst the name of man, and thrice accursed<br> The name of God.<br>Lest for those past fires the fires of my repentance<br> Hell's fume yet smother,<br>Now my blood would buy remission of my sentence;<br> (Cho.) Hear us, O mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FRANCE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that was thy sign and standard-bearer,<br> Thy voice and cry;<br>She that washed thee with her blood and left thee fairer,<br> The same was I.<br>Were not these the hands that raised thee fallen and fed thee,<br> These hands defiled?<br>Was not I thy tongue that spake, thine eye that led thee,<br> Not I thy child?<br>By the darkness on our dreams, and the dead errors<br> Of dead times near us;<br>By the hopes that hang around thee, and the terrors;<br> (Cho.) O mother, hear us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">RUSSIA</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she whose hands are strong and her eyes blinded<br> And lips athirst<br>Till upon the night of nations many-minded<br> One bright day burst:<br>Till the myriad stars be molten into one light,<br> And that light thine;<br>Till the soul of man be parcel of the sunlight,<br> And thine of mine.<br>By the snows that blanch not him nor cleanse from slaughter<br> Who slays his brother;<br>By the stains and by the chains on me thy daughter;<br> (Cho.) Hear us, O mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWITZERLAND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that shews on mighty limbs and maiden<br> Nor chain nor stain;<br>For what blood can touch these hands with gold unladen,<br> These feet what chain?<br>By the surf of spears one shieldless bosom breasted<br> And was my shield,<br>Till the plume-plucked Austrian vulture-heads twin-crested<br> Twice drenched the field;<br>By the snows and souls untrampled and untroubled<br> That shine to cheer us,<br>Light of those to these responsive and redoubled;<br> (Cho.) O mother, hear us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GERMANY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she beside whose forest-hidden fountains<br> Slept freedom armed,<br>By the magic born to music in my mountains<br> Heart-chained and charmed.<br>By those days the very dream whereof delivers<br> My soul from wrong;<br>By the sounds that make of all my ringing rivers<br> None knows what song;<br>By the many tribes and names of my division<br> One from another;<br>By the single eye of sun-compelling vision;<br> (Cho.) Hear us, O mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENGLAND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am she that was and was not of thy chosen,<br> Free, and not free;<br>She that fed thy springs, till now her springs are frozen;<br> Yet I am she.<br>By the sea that clothed and sun that saw me splendid<br> And fame that crowned,<br>By the song-fires and the sword-fires mixed and blended<br> That robed me round;<br>By the star that Milton's soul for Shelley's lighted,<br> Whose rays insphere us;<br>By the beacon-bright Republic far-off sighted;<br> (Cho.) O mother, hear us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn away from us the cross-blown blasts of error,<br> That drown each other;<br>Turn away the fearful cry, the loud-tongued terror,<br> O Earth, O mother.<br>Turn away their eyes who track, their hearts who follow,<br> The pathless past;<br>Shew the soul of man, as summer shews the swallow,<br> The way at last.<br>By the sloth of men that all too long endure men<br> On man to tread;<br>By the cry of men, the bitter cry of poor men<br> That faint for bread;<br>By the blood-sweat of the people in the garden<br> Inwalled of kings;<br>By his passion interceding for their pardon<br> Who do these things;<br>By the sightless souls and fleshless limbs that labour<br> For not their fruit;<br>By the foodless mouth with foodless heart for neighbour,<br> That, mad, is mute;<br>By the child that famine eats as worms the blossom<br> --Ah God, the child!<br>By the milkless lips that strain the bloodless bosom<br> Till woe runs wild;<br>By the pastures that give grass to feed the lamb in,<br> Where men lack meat;<br>By the cities clad with gold and shame and famine;<br> By field and street;<br>By the people, by the poor man, by the master<br> That men call slave;<br>By the cross-winds of defeat and of disaster,<br> By wreck, by wave;<br>By the helm that keeps us still to sunwards driving,<br> Still eastward bound,<br>Till, as night-watch ends, day burn on eyes reviving,<br> And land be found:<br>We thy children, that arraign not nor impeach thee<br>Though no star steer us,<br>By the waves that wash the morning we beseech thee,<br> O mother, hear us.</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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If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee,
 We thy latter sons, the men thine after-birth,
 We the children of thy grey-grown age, O Earth,
O our mother everlasting, we beseech thee,
By the sealed and secret ages of thy lif..."></div>
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