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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>What is this I read in history,<br>Full of marvel, full of mystery,<br>Difficult to understand?<br>Is it fiction, is it truth?<br>Children in the flower of youth,<br>Heart in heart, and hand in hand,<br>Ignorant of what helps or harms,<br>Without armor, without arms,<br>Journeying to the Holy Land! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall answer or divine?<br>Never since the world was made<br>Such a wonderful crusade<br>Started forth for Palestine.<br>Never while the world shall last<br>Will it reproduce the past;<br>Never will it see again<br>Such an army, such a band,<br>Over mountain, over main,<br>Journeying to the Holy Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a shower of blossoms blown<br>From the parent trees were they;<br>Like a flock of birds that fly<br>Through the unfrequented sky,<br>Holding nothing as their own,<br>Passed they into lands unknown,<br>Passed to suffer and to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the simple, child-like trust!<br>O the faith that could believe<br>What the harnessed, iron-mailed<br>Knights of Christendom had failed,<br>By their prowess, to achieve,<br>They, the children, could and must!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little thought the Hermit, preaching<br>Holy Wars to knight and baron,<br>That the words dropped in his teaching,<br>His entreaty, his beseeching,<br>Would by children's hands be gleaned,<br>And the staff on which he leaned<br>Blossom like the rod of Aaron. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a summer wind upheaves<br>The innumerable leaves<br>In the bosom of a wood,--<br>Not as separate leaves, but massed<br>All together by the blast,--<br>So for evil or for good<br>His resistless breath upheaved<br>All at once the many-leaved,<br>Many-thoughted multitude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the tumult of the air<br>Rock the boughs with all the nests<br>Cradled on their tossing crests;<br>By the fervor of his prayer<br>Troubled hearts were everywhere<br>Rocked and tossed in human breasts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a century, at least,<br>His prophetic voice had ceased;<br>But the air was heated still<br>By his lurid words and will,<br>As from fires in far-off woods,<br>In the autumn of the year,<br>An unwonted fever broods<br>In the sultry atmosphere. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>In Cologne the bells were ringing,<br>In Cologne the nuns were singing<br>Hymns and canticles divine;<br>Loud the monks sang in their stalls,<br>And the thronging streets were loud<br>With the voices of the crowd;--<br>Underneath the city walls<br>Silent flowed the river Rhine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the gates, that summer day,<br>Clad in robes of hodden gray,<br>With the red cross on the breast,<br>Azure-eyed and golden-haired,<br>Forth the young crusaders fared;<br>While above the band devoted<br>Consecrated banners floated,<br>Fluttered many a flag and streamer,<br>And the cross o'er all the rest!<br>Singing lowly, meekly, slowly,<br>'Give us, give us back the holy<br>Sepulchre of the Redeemer!'<br>On the vast procession pressed,<br>Youths and maidens. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Ah! what master hand shall paint<br>How they journeyed on their way,<br>How the days grew long and dreary,<br>How their little feet grew weary,<br>How their little hearts grew faint! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever swifter day by day<br>Flowed the homeward river; ever<br>More and more its whitening current<br>Broke and scattered into spray,<br>Till the calmly-flowing river<br>Changed into a mountain torrent,<br>Rushing from its glacier green<br>Down through chasm and black ravine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a phoenix in its nest,<br>Burned the red sun in the West,<br>Sinking in an ashen cloud;<br>In the East, above the crest<br>Of the sea-like mountain chain,<br>Like a phoenix from its shroud,<br>Came the red sun back again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now around them, white with snow,<br>Closed the mountain peaks. Below,<br>Headlong from the precipice<br>Down into the dark abyss,<br>Plunged the cataract, white with foam;<br>And it said, or seemed to say:<br>'Oh return, while yet you may,<br>Foolish children, to your home,<br>There the Holy City is!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the dauntless leader said:<br>'Faint not, though your bleeding feet<br>O'er these slippery paths of sleet<br>Move but painfully and slowly;<br>Other feet than yours have bled;<br>Other tears than yours been shed<br>Courage! lose not heart or hope;<br>On the mountains' southern slope<br>Lies Jerusalem the Holy!' <br>As a white rose in its pride,<br>By the wind in summer-tide<br>Tossed and loosened from the branch,<br>Showers its petals o'er the ground,<br>From the distant mountain's side,<br>Scattering all its snows around,<br>With mysterious, muffled sound,<br>Loosened, fell the avalanche.<br>Voices, echoes far and near,<br>Roar of winds and waters blending,<br>Mists uprising, clouds impending,<br>Filled them with a sense of fear,<br>Formless, nameless, never ending. <br>* * * * * * * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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What is this I read in history,
Full of marvel, full of mystery,
Difficult to understand?
Is it fiction, is it truth?
Children in the flower of youth,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand,
Ignorant of what helps or harms,
Without armor, without arm..."></div>
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