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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Long?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long, O Prince of Peace, how long? We sicken of the shame<br>Of this wild war that wraps the world, a roaring dragon-flame<br>Fed on earth's glorious youth, high hearts all passionate to cope<br>—O Chivalry of Hope!—<br>With the cloudy host of the infidel and the Holy Earth reclaim.<br>For each dear land is Holy Land to her own fervent sons<br>Who fling in loyal sacrifice their lives before the guns,<br>But when they meet their foes above the battlesmoke, they laugh,<br>And all together quaff<br>The cup of welcome Honor pouts for her slain champions.<br>Oh, if a thousandth part of all this treasure, purpose, skill,<br>Were poured into the crucible transforming wrong and ill,<br>By the white magic of a wise and generous brotherhood,<br>To righteousness and good,<br>The world would be divine again, with eery war-cry still.<br>Poor world so worn with wickedness, bedimmed with rage and fear,<br>Sad world that sprang forth singing from God's hand, a golden sphere,<br>O yet may Love's creative breath renew thee, fashioned twice<br>A shining Paradise,<br>Unsullied in the astral choir, with Joy for charioteer.<br>How long shall bomb and bullet think for human brains? How long<br>Shall folk of the burned villages in starving, staggering throng<br>Flee from the armies that, in turn, are mangled, maddened, slain,<br>Till earth is all one stain<br>Of horror, and the soaring larks are slaughtered in their song?<br>Oh, may this war, this blasphemy that blots the globe with blood,<br>Slay war forever, cleanse the earth in its own mighty flood<br>Of tears, tears unassuageable, that will not cease to fall<br>Till Time has covered all<br>Our guilty century with sleep, and the new eras bud!<br>How long? The angels of the stars entreat the clouded Throne<br>In anguish for their brother Earth, who stands, like Cain, alone,<br>And hides the mark upon his brow, the while their harps implore<br>The Silence to restore<br>Peace to this wayward Son of God, whose music is a moan.<br>Come swiftly, Peace! Oh, swiftly come, with healing in thy feet;<br>Bring back to tortured battlefields the waving of the wheat;<br>Bring back to broken hearths, whereby the wistful ghosts will walk,<br>Blithe hum of household talk,<br>Till childhood dare to sport again and maiden hood be sweet,<br>Though thou must come by crimson road, with grief and mercy come,<br>Not with the insolence of strength, the boast of fife and drum;<br>Come with adventure in thine eyes for the splendid tasks that wait,<br>To weld these desolate<br>Crushed lands into the fellowship of thy millennium.<br>O Peace, to rear thy temple that no strife may overawe!<br>O Purity, to fashion thee a palace without flaw! Galilee,<br>To build the state on thee,<br>And shape the deeds of nations by thy yet untested law!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a><div class=q>
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Of this wild war that wraps the world, a roaring dragon-flame
Fed on earth's glorious youth, high hearts all passionate to cope
—O Chivalry of Hope!—
With the cloudy host of the inf..."></div>
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