<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invocation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">JUNE, 1866.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BREATHE thro' me in music,<br>Spirit of the time!<br>Pregnant with the future,<br>Spirit of the time!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the west wind sougheth,<br>Through the swaying pine,<br>Sweep tho' all my branches<br>With thy song divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nations now are rolling <br>Onward, as the sea<br>Which the moon upheaveth,<br>Thus upheaved by thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Muffled mutt'ring groweth<br>Louder on the air!<br>Like a lion roaring,<br>Rising from his lair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the anthem surgeth<br>Through cathedral aisles,<br>Swells the voice of nations<br>Over miles of miles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the thunder growleth<br>In yon cloud afar,<br>In their bosoms broodeth<br>The black bolt of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snap in twain your fetters,<br>Cleave your ancient yoke,<br>Burst the gloom of ages<br>With the lightning stroke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clap on clap, down-crashing,<br>Clatter crowd on crowd,<br>From Venetia's dungeons,<br>From the Roman shroud;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the graves of Poland,<br>From Germania's plains,<br>From the death-pollution<br>Of imperial chains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel yourselves as brothers,<br>Dare to think ye free;<br>And in dust will shiver<br>Thrones of tyranny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like night's phantoms, with'ring<br>'Neath the glance of dawn,<br>Kings and priests dissolveth<br>Your full-flashing frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forward, sons of morning,<br>With a sacred ire!<br>Lead ye, like Jehovah,<br>In a pillar of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the dreary desert,<br>Through the burning sand<br>Till, on shores of promise<br>And of peace, ye land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where a purer people,<br>Led by laws innate,<br>Shall, towards the heavens,<br>Tower in grander state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe and blow in music;<br>On, from clime to clime;<br>Baptize, with the Holy Spirit<br>Spirit of the time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</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=455984" data-title="Invocation de Mathilde Blind" data-description="JUNE, 1866. BREATHE thro' me in music, Spirit of the time! Pregnant with the future, Spirit of the time! As the west wind sougheth, Through the swaying pine, Sweep tho' all my branches With thy song divine. Nations now are rolling Onward, as t..."></div> </div> </div>

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