<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words From The Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called to the wind of the Winter,<br>As he sped like a steed on his way,<br>'Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey,<br>And answer these questions, I pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Who is the foe to all virtue,<br>Who is the chieftain of crime?<br>Who blackens the forehead of beauty,<br>And cheateth the finger of time?<br>Who maketh the heart to be aged,<br>In the beautiful morning of youth?<br>Who is the herald of sorrow,<br>And who the assassin of Truth?<br>Who is the help-meet of Satan,<br>The agent of regions below?<br>Who the promoter of vices?<br>Who loadeth the bosom with woe?<br>Who stealeth the strength of the mighty?<br>Who stealeth the wits of the wise?<br>Who maketh the good and the noble<br>A thing that the meanest despise?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the wind of the wild Winter answered,<br>In a voice like a clarion call:<br>''Tis a beast legion-headed, a demon<br>Whom men christened 'King Alcohol.'<br>This is the help-meet that Satan<br>Sends out from the kingdom of hell,<br>A many-faced demon, who doeth<br>The work of the master right well;<br>For he weaveth his web round the noble,<br>And slayeth the soul with his breath.<br>Ah! this is the foe to all virtue,<br>And this is the agent of death.'</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=384794" data-title="Words From The Wind de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="I called to the wind of the Winter, As he sped like a steed on his way, 'Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey, And answer these questions, I pray. 'Who is the foe to all virtue, Who is the chieftain of crime? Who blackens the forehead of beauty, A..."></div> </div> </div>

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