<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536322" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For lo! the nations, the imperial nations<br>Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing,<br>Sitting thus blindly in their generations,<br>Serving an idol for their God and King.<br>Blindly they rage together, worshipping<br>Their lusts of cunning, and their lusts of gold;<br>Trampling the hearts of all too weak to bring<br>Alms to their Baal which is bought and sold.<br>And lo! there is no refuge, none but Baal<br>For man's best help, and the mute recreant earth<br>Drinks in its children's blood, and hears their wail,<br>And deals no vengeance on its last foul birth;<br>And there is found no hand to ward or keep<br>The weak from wrong, and Pity is asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536322" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="For lo! the nations, the imperial nations Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing, Sitting thus blindly in their generations, Serving an idol for their God and King. Blindly they rage together, worshipping Their lusts of cunning, and their lusts of go..."></div> </div> </div>

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