<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time's Hymn Of Hate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,<br>How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,<br>While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time's voice is just. His words ring true. For as the past recedes,<br>The clear-eyed Future slowly writes the story of its deeds;<br>And as Time toward the Infinite his ceaseless flight is winging<br>He shall go singing<br>The hymn of hate, of men and gods, for all your deeds of lust,<br>For all your acts of cruelty and hell-concocted schemes<br>(More hideous than the darkest plot of which a devil dreams)<br>Which sprang from your Medusa head before it touched the dust.<br>Beneath the strangling hand of Fate<br>That strident voice of yours<br>Shall hush to silence, soon or late<br>That Justice that endures<br>Will mobilise its mighty ranks and free the human race,<br>Then shall all Space,<br>Yea, all the chains of sphere on sphere,<br>With that loud hymn be ringing,<br>Which Time goes singing<br>His far flight winging<br>And all the cherubims of God that dwell in regions o'er us<br>Shall swell the chorus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,<br>How desolate and dark must be your self-invited fate,<br>While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate!</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> <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=384733" data-title="Time's Hymn Of Hate de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great, How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate, While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate! Time's voice is just. His words ring true. For as the past reced..."></div> </div> </div>

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