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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395977" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Collins Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood in the heart of the city street,<br>I felt the throb of her pulses beat,<br>The thunder of life on the sunny air,<br>The waves of the people everywhere,<br>Like the stirring lilt of a mighty song<br>Ran the fever of life in the moving throng,<br>With the hope and joy and the want and woe<br>Of a million souls in its ebb and flow. <br>Like a floating straw in an eddy caught<br>My soul was whirled in the city’s thought—<br>The purse-born pride and the scheming brain,<br>The grinding need and the grasping gain;<br>The silent strength that is born to rule,<br>And the shallow laugh of the feckless fool,<br>The fresh young face where no shadow lies,<br>And the quenchless pain in the harlot’s eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood in the heart of the city street,<br>And I heard not the tread of the passing feet,<br>For the days were grey and the nights were long,<br>And my soul was vexed with a wild sad song,<br>And the world like a stream flowed thro’ my brain,<br>And I saw her lands in a dream of pain,<br>And her power enthroned on the people’s needs,<br>And her heroes dead for a hundred creeds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I saw thro’ the pageant moving on<br>The same dark horrors of ages gone,<br>The dumb despair and the dire distress,<br>And man still mad in his littleness.<br>Who cares tho’ Earth be a masterpiece,<br>If pain and sorrow shall never cease?<br>Does God endure in His vaulted skies<br>The hopeless pain in His creatures’ eyes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I saw, like a glory shining thro’,<br>What man had conquered and yet shall do.<br>I saw the depths where he lay of old,<br>And the heights of a splendour yet untold.<br>And I knew, in a flash, since the world began<br>What man had suffered and done for man,<br>And I felt like a note that is borne along<br>On the upward swell of a battle song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
The waves of the people everywhere,
Like the stirring lilt of a mighty song
Ran the fever of life in the moving throng,
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