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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn To The God Of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From every quarter we,<br>Who bent the trembling knee<br>And cowered or grovelled prostrate day and night,<br>Now come once more to sing<br>A dirge before thee, King,<br>Once more with earnest heart to do thee right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have we not hailed thee God?<br>Our weary feet have trod<br>The vasty barren sands and treacherous ice,<br>With many a bitter cry,<br>To pile thine altar high<br>With pallid human hearts in sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We hated thee and came<br>With eyes of shifty shame,<br>With heavy steel above the craven breast,<br>Yet evermore we did<br>The ill thy servants bid,<br>For everywhere thy might was manifest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At thy sibilant word<br>We were filled with distrust,<br>And we glared on each other,<br>All horribly stirred<br>Against sister and brother;<br>Our green hopes were wilted and riven, our red-running blood was as dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a foul poison ran<br>Through the veins of the world,<br>And we waited and wondered.<br>By magical ban<br>We were cruelly sundered,<br>Then a maniac hatred upcaught us and deep into hell we were hurled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have crept to thee, God,<br>In the day of thy wrath,<br>We have wept, we have fasted,<br>We have crimsoned the sod<br>That thy worship has blasted,<br>And have seen thee stalk pale and triumphant where nations fell flat in thy path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet out of the dust and the flame,<br>The squalor and muddle of crime,<br>A red waving blossom there came<br>And a scent on the tempest of time.<br>Heroic and splendid, we threw<br>Our lives to be oil in the fire,<br>But a marvel of fellowship grew<br>As the blaze bickered broader and higher,<br>And the soul of a people stood up, and spoke to us all from the pyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo, we are come to thy shrine,<br>O God, but we ask for no grace,<br>For our hearts are made glad with a wine<br>That is death to the craven and base,<br>And thy shrine shall be burnt for our mirth<br>And thine altar be turned to thy bier,<br>For, if Love be our Lord upon earth,<br>What corner is left for thee here?<br>The veil of thy temple is rent—and behold, thou hast vanished, O Fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Le+Gay+Brereton">John Le Gay Brereton</a><div class=q>
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Who bent the trembling knee
And cowered or grovelled prostrate day and night,
Now come once more to sing
A dirge before thee, King,
Once more with earnest heart to do thee right.

Have we not hailed thee God?
Our weary feet ..."></div>
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