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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Vision Of Resurrection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a dream. The habitable earth<br>Its continents and islands, all were bare<br>Of cities and of forests. Naught remained<br>Of its old aspect, and I only knew<br>(As men know things in dreams, unknowing how)<br>That this was earth and that all men were dead.<br>On every side I saw the barren land,<br>Even to the distant sky's inclosing blue,<br>Thick-pitted all with graves; and all the graves<br>Save one were open-not as newly dug,<br>But rather as by some internal force<br>Riven for egress. Tombs of stone were split<br>And wide agape, and in their iron decay<br>The massive mausoleums stood in halves.<br>With mildewed linen all the ground was white.<br>Discarded shrouds upon memorial stones<br>Hung without motion in the soulless air.<br>While greatly marveling how this should be<br>I heard, or fancied that I heard, a voice,<br>Low like an angel's, delicately strong,<br>And sweet as music.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-'Spirit,' it said, 'behold<br>The burial place of universal Man!<br>A million years have rolled away since here<br>His sheeted multitudes (save only some<br>Whose dark misdeeds required a separate<br>And individual arraignment) rose<br>To judgment at the trumpet's summoning<br>And passed into the sky for their award,<br>Leaving behind these perishable things<br>Which yet, preserved by miracle, endure<br>Till all are up. Then they and all of earth,<br>Rock-hearted mountain and storm-breasted sea,<br>River and wilderness and sites of dead<br>And vanished capitals of men, shall spring<br>To flame, and naught shall be for evermore!<br>When all are risen that wonder will occur.<br>'Twas but ten centuries ago the last<br>But one came forth-a soul so black with sin,<br>Against whose name so many crimes were set<br>That only now his trial is at end.<br>But one remains.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight, as the voice was stilled<br>That single rounded mound cracked lengthliwise<br>And one came forth in grave-clothes. For a space<br>He stood and gazed about him with a smile<br>Superior; then laying off his shroud<br>Disclosed his two attenuated legs<br>Which, like parentheses, bent outwardly<br>As by the weight of saintliness above,<br>And so sprang upward and was lost to view<br>Noting his headstone overthrown, I read:<br>'Sacred to memory of George K. Fitch,<br>Deacon and Editor-a holy man<br>Who fell asleep in Jesus, full of years<br>And blessedness. The dead in Christ rise first.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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Its continents and islands, all were bare
Of cities and of forests. Naught remained
Of its old aspect, and I only knew
(As men know things in dreams, unknowing how)
That this was earth and that all men were dead...."></div>
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