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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHILE far along the eastern sky<br>I saw the flags of Havoc fly,<br>As if his forces would assault<br>The sovereign of the starry vault<br>And hurl Him back the burning rain<br>That seared the cities of the plain,<br>I read as on a crimson page<br>The words of Israel's sceptred sage:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_For riches make them wings, and they<br>Do as an eagle fly away_.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O vision of that sleepless night,<br>What hue shall paint the mocking light<br>That burned and stained the orient skies<br>Where peaceful morning loves to rise,<br>As if the sun had lost his way<br>And dawned to make a second day,--<br>Above how red with fiery glow,<br>How dark to those it woke below!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On roof and wall, on dome and spire,<br>Flashed the false jewels of the fire;<br>Girt with her belt of glittering panes,<br>And crowned with starry-gleaming vanes,<br>Our northern queen in glory shone<br>With new-born splendors not her own,<br>And stood, transfigured in our eyes,<br>A victim decked for sacrifice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud still hovers overhead,<br>And still the midnight sky is red;<br>As the lost wanderer strays alone<br>To seek the place he called his own,<br>His devious footprints sadly tell<br>How changed the pathways known so well;<br>The scene, how new! The tale, how old<br>Ere yet the ashes have grown cold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again I read the words that came<br>Writ in the rubric of the flame<br>Howe'r we trust to mortal things,<br>Each hath its pair of folded wings;<br>Though long their terrors rest unspread<br>Their fatal plumes are never shed;<br>At last, at last they spread in flight,<br>And blot the day and blast then night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope, only Hope, of all that clings<br>Around us, never spreads her wings;<br>Love, though he break his earthly chain,<br>Still whispers he will come again;<br>But Faith that soars to seek the sky<br>Shall teach our half-fledged souls to fly,<br>And find, beyond the smoke and flame,<br>The cloudless azure whence they came!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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I saw the flags of Havoc fly,
As if his forces would assault
The sovereign of the starry vault
And hurl Him back the burning rain
That seared the cities of the plain,
I read as on a crimson page
The words of Israel'..."></div>
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