<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Day of The Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:<br>Its storms roll up the sky:<br>The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold;<br>All dreamers toss and sigh;<br>The night is darkest before the morn;<br>When the pain is sorest the child is born,<br>And the Day of the Lord at hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gather you, gather you, angels of God-<br>Freedom, and Mercy, and Truth;<br>Come! for the Earth is grown coward and old,<br>Come down, and renew us her youth.<br>Wisdom, Self-Sacrifice, Daring, and Love,<br>Haste to the battle-field, stoop from above,<br>To the Day of the Lord at hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gather you, gather you, hounds of hell-<br>Famine, and Plague, and War;<br>Idleness, Bigotry, Cant, and Misrule,<br>Gather, and fall in the snare!<br>Hireling and Mammonite, Bigot and Knave,<br>Crawl to the battle-field, sneak to your grave,<br>In the Day of the Lord at hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who would sit down and sigh for a lost age of gold,<br>While the Lord of all ages is here?<br>True hearts will leap up at the trumpet of God,<br>And those who can suffer, can dare.<br>Each old age of gold was an iron age too,<br>And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do,<br>In the Day of the Lord at hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On the Torridge, Devonshire,<br>September 10, 1849.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</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=355122" data-title="The Day of The Lord de Charles Kingsley" data-description="The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand: Its storms roll up the sky: The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the Day of the Lord ..."></div> </div> </div>

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