<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand million souls arise <br> Out of the cradle of to-day, <br>And, like a living storm, beneath the skies <br> Go thundering on their fatal way! <br> But ere to-morrow’s sun <br>His ancient round hath run, <br>That storm is past—and Where are they? <br>Is asked of Faith by pale Dismay: <br> “Where—where are they?” <br>And Faith—even Faith herself—hath not a word to say. <br> With her serene assurance thrown <br> Like moonlight into the Unknown <br> And all her clasping tendrils curled <br>About the steadfast pillars of the never-failing world, <br> To that wild question of Dismay <br> Yet hath she not a word to say, <br> And only lifts her patient eyes <br> Up from the earth’s change-trampled sod, <br> To fix them, out in the eternal skies, <br> On all she knoweth—God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354888" data-title="Song! de Charles Harpur" data-description="A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath the skies Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun His ancient round hath run, That storm is past—and Where are they? Is a..."></div> </div> </div>

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