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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn of the Waldenses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock<br>Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;<br>While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold<br>Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;<br>And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs<br>That nurse the grape and wave the grain, are theirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet better were this mountain wilderness,<br>And this wild life of danger and distress--<br>Watchings by night and perilous flight by day,<br>And meetings in the depths of earth to pray,<br>Better, far better, than to kneel with them,<br>And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land<br>Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand;<br>Thou dashest nation against nation, then<br>Stillest the angry world to peace again.<br>Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons--<br>The murderers of our wives and little ones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth<br>Unveiled, and terribly shall shake the earth.<br>Then the foul power of priestly sin and all<br>Its long-upheld idolatries shall fall.<br>Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,<br>And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;
While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;
And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs
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