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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Scissors-Grinder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man had his box and wheel<br>For grinding knives and shears.<br>No doubt his bell in village streets<br>Was joy to children's ears.<br>And I bethought me of my youth<br>When such men came around,<br>And times I asked them in, quite sure<br>The scissors should be ground.<br>The old man turned and spoke to me,<br>His face at last in view.<br>And then I thought those curious eyes<br>Were eyes that once I knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The moon is but an emery-wheel<br>To whet the sword of God,&quot;<br>He said. &quot;And here beside my fire<br>I stretch upon the sod.<br>Each night, and dream, and watch the stars<br>And watch the ghost-clouds go.<br>And see that sword of God in Heaven<br>A-waving to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see that sword each century, friend.<br>It means the world-war comes<br>With all its bloody, wicked chiefs<br>And hate-inflaming drums.<br>Men talk of peace, but I have seen<br>That emery-wheel turn round.<br>The voice of Abel cries again<br>To God from out the ground.<br>The ditches must flow red, the plague<br>Go stark and screaming by<br>Each time that sword of God takes edge<br>Within the midnight sky.<br>And those that scorned their brothers here<br>And sowed a wind of shame<br>Will reap the whirlwind as of old<br>And face relentless flame.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus the scissors-grinder spoke,<br>His face at last in view.<br>And there beside the railroad bridge <br>I saw the wandering Jew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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For grinding knives and shears.
No doubt his bell in village streets
Was joy to children's ears.
And I bethought me of my youth
When such men came around,
And times I asked them in, quite sure
The scissors should ..."></div>
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