<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why flatter thyself, Tyrant,<br>In ways great in evil?<br>The Lord's goodness ceases not<br>Keeping watch on the pious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keener yet than the keenest<br>Blade, thy tongue watches<br>To generate wild untruth<br>And plot slander' gainst the good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evil's thy love, not sacred virtues;<br>A lier's thy love, not a truthsayer;<br>Thine own accursed eye in joy <br>Gazes at treason most infectious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this the Lord God shall fling <br>Thee from the midst of His people; <br>Grinding thee to dust, aye, thy home <br>He'll rend asunder from the very earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing this, he who was wronged <br>Shall fear the power of the Lord; <br>With the evil one swifty dispensed, <br>In safety shall he rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saying: &quot;So for him who in evil <br>Lay his trust, in power, in clever device;<br>Who mocked those lamenting in plight, <br>Whilst his own God he'd forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I, like unto an Olive tree<br>Grafted in the Lord's garden,<br>Unfearing I'll blossom forth<br>In my hope of heaven's defence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And unto everyone, Lord, Thee <br>Would I claim iniquity's slayer; <br>And having in Thee my trust, <br>All manner of afflictions I'll bear.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikolaj+Sep+Szarzynski">Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski</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=461409" data-title="Song II de Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski" data-description="Why flatter thyself, Tyrant, In ways great in evil? The Lord's goodness ceases not Keeping watch on the pious. Keener yet than the keenest Blade, thy tongue watches To generate wild untruth And plot slander' gainst the good. Evil's thy love, not..."></div> </div> </div>

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