<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Challenge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a vague remembrance<br>Of a story, that is told<br>In some ancient Spanish legend<br>Or chronicle of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was when brave King Sanchez<br>Was before Zamora slain,<br>And his great besieging army<br>Lay encamped upon the plain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Diego de Ordonez<br>Sallied forth in front of all,<br>And shouted loud his challenge<br>To the warders on the wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the people of Zamora,<br>Both the born and the unborn,<br>As traitors did he challenge<br>With taunting words of scorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The living, in their houses,<br>And in their graves, the dead!<br>And the waters of their rivers,<br>And their wine, and oil, and bread! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a greater army,<br>That besets us round with strife,<br>A starving, numberless army,<br>At all the gates of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poverty-stricken millions<br>Who challenge our wine and bread,<br>And impeach us all as traitors,<br>Both the living and the dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whenever I sit at the banquet,<br>Where the feast and song are high,<br>Amid the mirth and the music<br>I can hear that fearful cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hollow and haggard faces<br>Look into the lighted hall,<br>And wasted hands are extended<br>To catch the crumbs that fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For within there is light and plenty,<br>And odors fill the air;<br>But without there is cold and darkness,<br>And hunger and despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there in the camp of famine,<br>In wind and cold and rain,<br>Christ, the great Lord of the army,<br>Lies dead upon the plain!</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> <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=409688" data-title="The Challenge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="I have a vague remembrance Of a story, that is told In some ancient Spanish legend Or chronicle of old. It was when brave King Sanchez Was before Zamora slain, And his great besieging army Lay encamped upon the plain. Don Diego de Ordonez Sall..."></div> </div> </div>

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