<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Italy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACROSS the sea I heard the groans<br>Of nations in the intervals<br>Of wind and wave. Their blood and bones<br>Cried out in torture, crushed by thrones,<br>And sucked by priestly cannibals.<br>I dreamed of Freedom slowly gained<br>By martyr meekness, patience, faith,<br>And lo! an athlete grimly stained,<br>With corded muscles battle-strained,<br>Shouting it from the fields of death!<br>I turn me, awe-struck, from the sight,<br>Among the clamoring thousands mute,<br>I only know that God is right,<br>And that the children of the light<br>Shall tread the darkness under foot.<br>I know the pent fire heaves its crust,<br>That sultry skies the bolt will form<br>To smite them clear; that Nature must<br>The balance of her powers adjust,<br>Though with the earthquake and the storm.<br>God reigns, and let the earth rejoice!<br>I bow before His sterner plan.<br>Dumb are the organs of my choice;<br>He speaks in battle's stormy voice,<br>His praise is in the wrath of man!<br>Yet, surely as He lives, the day<br>Of peace He promised shall be ours,<br>To fold the flags of war, and lay<br>Its sword and spear to rust away,<br>And sow its ghastly fields with flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</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=420541" data-title="Italy de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="ACROSS the sea I heard the groans Of nations in the intervals Of wind and wave. Their blood and bones Cried out in torture, crushed by thrones, And sucked by priestly cannibals. I dreamed of Freedom slowly gained By martyr meekness, patience, fait..."></div> </div> </div>

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