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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wheels Of The System</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,<br>When the cry of human anguish starwards thro’ His glory steals?<br>There is neither hope nor pity underneath the moving wheels. <br>Woe to him who slips or falters whilst the wheels are moving on!<br>Woe to him who stays to breathe him when the goal is nearly won!<br>There they lie—and lie for ever—over whom the wheels have gone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, my brothers! draw we nearer to the dream the poet sings?<br>War, red war, and rapine ruleth underneath the shows of things.<br>Underneath the mask of Mercy there are whips of many stings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in silence, reft of slumber, with sad heart I dream and doubt;<br>Star by star the night is waning, star by star the night goes out:<br>But the bitter strife of all things ceases not within, without. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beat by beat the cold light groweth, beat by beat the morn comes in<br>With his crimson robes about him like a royal Paladin:<br>But the bitter strife of all things ceases not without, within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O’er the peaceful face of Nature smiles serene the gracious sun,<br>And men smile and hide their tactics when the battle has begun—<br>Tear the clumsy masks asunder and behold what things are done! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the wheels go on for ever, crushing thro’ the human hives,<br>And the goal the victor reaches rests upon a million lives,<br>And the motive shall not profit—it is only Power survives! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where weak women starve and sicken, dying in the paths they trod,<br>Where strong men are bent and broken underneath the System’s rod,<br>Will you smile and prate and tell me, “This is still the will of God?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I hear like distant thunder welling deep from out the sky,<br>Tortured with the grief of ages, an exceeding bitter cry:<br>“There is none can stay them ever, were he mightier than I.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deeper laws than Love are hidden in the power that runs through this,<br>All the fiery wheels of Heaven through the seas of ether hiss,<br>Star, and sun, and planet rolling onward through the black abyss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wail no more, O fellow workers, for the aid He fails to lend.<br>Stricken with a deathless sorrow for the ills He cannot mend,<br>God, the Worker, fights in silence for the good He cannot send. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the Lord of Love, creator of all grief, and pain, and crime,<br>But a god-like soul ennobled, battling for a goal sublime,<br>Thro’ the bloodshed of the aeons forward to the happier time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine the world to mould and make it free for all from rim to rim,<br>Thine to fight and toil and triumph over every problem grim,<br>To create and cure, and conquer, working onwards, on with Him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Face to face with iron systems, face to face with endless odds,<br>Where the wheels of Heaven forever race beneath His chariot-rods!<br>Soul of Man, whate’er thy sorrow, is thy burden more than God’s?</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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