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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love and Sacrifice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CAN we not consecrate <br> To man and God above <br>This volume of our great <br> Supernal tide of love? <br> <br>’Twere wrong its wealth to waste <br> On merely me and you, <br>In selfish touch and taste, <br> As other lovers do. <br> <br>This love is not as theirs: <br> It came from the Divine, <br>Whose glory still it wears, <br> And print of Whose design. <br> <br>The world is full of woe, <br> The time is blurred with dust, <br>Illusions breed and grow, <br> And eyes’ and flesh’s lust. <br> <br>The mighty league with Wrong <br> And stint the weakling’s bread; <br>The very lords of song <br> With Luxury have wed. <br> <br>Fair Art deserts the mass, <br> And loiters with the gay; <br>And only gods of brass <br> Are popular to-day. <br> <br>Two souls with love inspired, <br> Such lightning love as ours, <br>Could spread, if we desired, <br> Dismay among such powers: <br> <br>Could social stables purge <br> Of filth where festers strife: <br>Through modern baseness surge <br> A holier tide of life. <br> <br>Yea, two so steeped in love <br> From such a source, could draw <br>The angels from above <br> To lead all to their Law. <br> <br>We have no right to seek <br> Repose in rosy bower, <br>When Hunger thins the cheek <br> Of childhood every hour: <br> <br>Nor while the tiger, Sin, <br> ’Mid youths and maidens roams, <br>Should Duty skulk within <br> These selfish cosy homes. <br> <br>Our place is in the van <br> With those crusaders, who <br>Maintain the rights of man <br> ’Gainst despot and his crew. <br> <br>If sacrifice may move <br> Their load of pain from men, <br>The greatest right of Love <br> Is to renounce It then. <br> <br>Ah, Love, the earth is woe’s <br> And sadly helpers needs: <br>And, till its burden goes, <br> Our work is—where it bleeds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+O%27Dowd">Bernard O'Dowd</a><div class=q>
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 To man and God above 
This volume of our great 
 Supernal tide of love? 
 
’Twere wrong its wealth to waste 
 On merely me and you, 
In selfish touch and taste, 
 As other lovers do. 
 
This love is not as theirs: 
 It ca..."></div>
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