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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Peace Of Europe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns<br>From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!'<br>So say her kings and priests; so say<br>The lying prophets of our day.<br>Go lay to earth a listening ear;<br>The tramp of measured marches hear;<br>The rolling of the cannon's wheel,<br>The shotted musket's murderous peal,<br>The night alarm, the sentry's call,<br>The quick-eared spy in hut and hall!<br>From Polar sea and tropic fen<br>The dying-groans of exiled men!<br>The bolted cell, the galley's chains,<br>The scaffold smoking with its stains!<br>Order, the hush of brooding slaves!<br>Peace, in the dungeon-vaults and graves!<br>O Fisher! of the world-wide net,<br>With meshes in all waters set,<br>Whose fabled keys of heaven and hell<br>Bolt hard the patriot's prison-cell,<br>And open wide the banquet-hall,<br>Where kings and priests hold carnival!<br>Weak vassal tricked in royal guise,<br>Boy Kaiser with thy lip of lies;<br>Base gambler for Napoleon's crown,<br>Barnacle on his dead renown!<br>Thou, Bourbon Neapolitan,<br>Crowned scandal, loathed of God and man;<br>And thou, fell Spider of the North!<br>Stretching thy giant feelers forth,<br>Within whose web the freedom dies<br>Of nations eaten up like flies!<br>Speak, Prince and Kaiser, Priest and Czar!<br>If this be Peace, pray what is War?<br>White Angel of the Lord! unmeet<br>That soft accursed for thy pure feet.<br>Never in Slavery's desert flows<br>The fountain of thy charmed repose;<br>No tyrant's hand thy chaplet weaves<br>Of lilies and of olive-leaves;<br>Not with the wicked shalt thou dwell,<br>Thus saith the Eternal Oracle;<br>Thy home is with the pure and free!<br>Stern herald of thy better day,<br>Before thee, to prepare thy way,<br>The Baptist Shade of Liberty,<br>Gray, scarred and hairy-robed, must press<br>With bleeding feet the wilderness!<br>Oh that its voice might pierce the ear<br>Of princes, trembling while they hear<br>A cry as of the Hebrew seer:<br>Repent! God's kingdom draweth near!</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>
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From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!'
So say her kings and priests; so say
The lying prophets of our day.
Go lay to earth a listening ear;
The tramp of measured marches hear;
The rolling of the cannon's wheel..."></div>
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