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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cataclysm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We curse our lot; we gird at fate;<br>Like peevish children we complain;<br>Hope dies, and life grows desperate<br>Because of ease and pleasures salin.<br>Because bright fortune fails to smile<br>And pamper us, as once she used,<br>But frowns a little for the while,<br>To bleak despair we are reduced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet, o'er a narrow stretch of sea,<br>Where lately smiled a city fair,<br>Falls cataclysmic agony,<br>And death in horrid shapes is there.<br>All in an instant men are hurled -<br>Who knew no foe, who earned no blame -<br>Out of a peaceful, sunlit world<br>'Mid shattered homes and seething flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Crazed women roam the littered street<br>Seeking their babes; with sobbing breath<br>They search grim ruins, there to meet<br>Fresh, ghastly evidence of death -<br>Death, creeping death, where men have lain<br>Trapped 'neath the press of heavy beams<br>Waiting thro' hours of nameless pain<br>Such as men know in frightful dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And we complain! . . . Poor timid fools.<br>Because our luxuries grow less,<br>Each beats his breast and drones and drools<br>Of gloom and shattered happiness.<br>While there, by very earth betrayed,<br>Forsaken, doomed, men still are men;<br>And heroism there displayed<br>Preserves the name of Man again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There, where the elements conspire<br>To end a world at one swift stroke.<br>Stirred by the flame of that grim pyre,<br>Divinity in Man awoke. . . .<br>Here, petulant, with tears and blame,<br>We gird against Fate's mild decree<br>Who should bow down our heads in shame<br>And thank our gods for sanctuary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Like peevish children we complain;
Hope dies, and life grows desperate
Because of ease and pleasures salin.
Because bright fortune fails to smile
And pamper us, as once she used,
But frowns a little for the while..."></div>
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