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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wail of Two Cities</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chicago, October 9,1871.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GAUNT in the midst of the prairie, <br>She who was once so fair; <br>Charred and rent are her garments, <br>Heavy and dark like cerements; <br>Silent, but round her the air <br>Plaintively wails, 'Miserere!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud like a beautiful maiden, <br>Art-like from forehead to feet, <br>Was she till pressed like a leman<br>Close to the breast of the demon, <br>Lusting for one so sweet, <br>So were her shoulders laden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends she had, rich in her treasures: <br>Shall the old taunt be true,— <br>Fallen, they turn their cold faces,<br>Seeking new wealth-gilded places, <br>Saying we never knew <br>Aught of her smiles or her pleasures?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent she stands on the prairie,<br>Wrapped in her fire-scathed sheet:<br>Around her, thank God! is the Nation, <br>Weeping for her desolation, <br>Pouring its gold at her feet, <br>Answering her 'Miserere! ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Boston, November 9,1872.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O broad-breasted Queen among Nations!<br>O Mother, so strong in thy youth! <br>Has the Lord looked upon thee in ire, <br>And willed thou be chastened by fire,<br>Without any ruth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has the Merciful tired of His mercy,<br>And turned from thy sinning in wrath,<br>That the world with raised hand sees and pities<br>Thy desolate daughters, thy cities, <br>Despoiled on their path? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One year since thy youngest was stricken:<br>Thy eldest lies stricken to-day. <br>Ah! God, was thy wrath without pity, <br>To tear the strong heart from our city, <br>And cast it away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Father! forgive us our doubting;<br>The stain from our weak souls efface; <br>Thou rebukest, we know, but to chasten; <br>Thy hand has but fallen to hasten<br>Return to thy grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us rise purified from our ashes<br>As sinners have risen who grieved;<br>Let us show that twice-sent desolation<br>On every true heart in the nation <br>Has conquest achieved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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GAUNT in the midst of the prairie, 
She who was once so fair; 
Charred and rent are her garments, 
Heavy and dark like cerements; 
Silent, but round her the air 
Plaintively wails, 'Miserere!' 

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