28.10.2007, 13:27
DEMOCRACY DOWNTRODDEN.
Octobre 1849
HOW long, O Lord? The voice is sounding still
Not only heard beneath the altar-stone,
Not heard of John Evangelist alone
In Patmos. It cloth cry aloud and will
Between the earth's end and earth's end, until
The day of the great reckoning bone for bone,
And blood for righteous blood, and groan for groan :
Then shall it cease on the air with a sudden thrill ;
Not slowly growing fainter if the rod
Strikes here or there amid the evil throng,
Or one oppressor's hand is stayed and numbs ;
Not till the vengeance that is coming comes.
For shall all hear the voice excepting God,
Or God not listen, hearing ? Lord, how long ?
Octobre 1849
HOW long, O Lord? The voice is sounding still
Not only heard beneath the altar-stone,
Not heard of John Evangelist alone
In Patmos. It cloth cry aloud and will
Between the earth's end and earth's end, until
The day of the great reckoning bone for bone,
And blood for righteous blood, and groan for groan :
Then shall it cease on the air with a sudden thrill ;
Not slowly growing fainter if the rod
Strikes here or there amid the evil throng,
Or one oppressor's hand is stayed and numbs ;
Not till the vengeance that is coming comes.
For shall all hear the voice excepting God,
Or God not listen, hearing ? Lord, how long ?