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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised, <br>Cried loudly thro’ the world, ‘Disarm! Disarm! ’<br>And there was consernation in the camps; <br>And men who strutted under braid and lace<br>Beat on their medalled breasts, and wailed, <br> ‘Undone! ’<br>The word was echoed from a thousand hills, <br>And shop and mill, and factory and forge, <br>Where throve the awful industries of death, <br>Hushed into silence. Scrawled upon the doors, <br>The passer read, ‘Peace bids her children<br> Starve.’<br>But foolish women clasped their little sons<br>And wept for joy, not reasoning like men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again the Voice commanded: ‘Now go forth<br>And build a world for Progress and for Peace.<br>This world had waited since the earth was <br> Shaped; <br>But men were fighting, and they could not<br> Toil.<br>The needs of life outnumbered needs of death.<br>Leave death with God. Go forth, I say, and <br> Build.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then a sudden comprehensive joy<br>Shone in the eyes of men; and one who thought<br>Only of conquests and of victories<br>Woke from his gloomy reverie and cried, <br>‘Ay, come and build! I challenge all to try.<br>And I will make a world more beautiful<br>Then Eden was before the serpent came.’<br>And like a running flame on western wilds, <br>Ambition spread from mind to listening mind, <br>And lo! the looms were busy once again, <br>And all the earth resounded with men’s toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vast palaces of Science graced the world; <br>Their banquet tables spread with feasts of truth<br>For all who hungered. Music kissed the air, <br>Once rent with boom of cannons. Statues gleamed<br>From wooded ways, where ambushed armies hid<br>In times of old. The sea and air were gay<br>With shining sails that soared from land to land.<br>A universal language of the world<br>Made nations kin, and poverty was known</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as a word marked ‘obsolete, ’ like war.<br>The arts were kindled with celestial fire; <br>New poets sang so Homer’s fame grew dim; <br>And brush and chisel gave the wondering race<br>Sublimer treasures than old Greece displayed.<br>Men differed still; fierce argument arose, <br>For men are human in this human sphere; <br>But unarmed Arbitration stood between<br>And Reason settled in a hundred hours<br>What War disputed for a hundred years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, that a Voice, of one God-authorised<br>Might cry to all mankind, Disarm! Disarm! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembered<br>His art was loving; Eres set his sign<br> Upon that youthful forehead, and he drew<br> The hearts of women, as the sun draws dew.<br>Love feeds love’s thirst as wine feeds love of wine; <br>Nor is there any potion from the vine<br> Which makes men drunken like the subtle brew<br> Of kisses crushed by kisses; and he grew<br>Inebriated with that draught divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet in his sober moments, when the sun<br> Of radiant summer paled to lonely fall, <br> And passion’s sea had grown an ebbing tide, <br>From out the many, Memory singled one<br> Full cup that seemed the sweetest of them all –<br> The warm red mouth that mocked him and denied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Cried loudly thro’ the world, ‘Disarm! Disarm! ’
And there was consernation in the camps; 
And men who strutted under braid and lace
Beat on their medalled breasts, and wailed, 
 ‘Undone! ’
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