Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul. Various

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СКАЧАТЬ still, though dead, they speak,

      And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim

      To many a wakening land,

      The one availing name.

      —Martin Luther, tr. by John A. Messenger.

      ———

      Stainless soldier on the walls,

      Knowing this—and knows no more—

      Whoever fights, whoever falls,

      Justice conquers evermore,

      Justice after as before;

      And he who battles on her side,

      God, though he were ten times slain,

      Crowns him victor glorified,

      Victor over death and pain.

      —Ralph Waldo Emerson.

      ———

      ETERNAL JUSTICE

      The man is thought a knave, or fool,

      Or bigot, plotting crime,

      Who, for the advancement of his kind,

      Is wiser than his time.

      For him the hemlock shall distil;

      For him the axe be bared;

      For him the gibbet shall be built;

      For him the stake prepared.

      Him shall the scorn and wrath of men

      Pursue with deadly aim;

      And malice, envy, spite, and lies,

      Shall desecrate his name.

      But Truth shall conquer at the last,

      For round and round we run;

      And ever the Right comes uppermost,

      And ever is Justice done.

      Pace through thy cell, old Socrates,

      Cheerily to and fro;

      Trust to the impulse of thy soul,

      And let the poison flow.

      They may shatter to earth the lamp of clay

      That holds a light divine,

      But they cannot quench the fire of thought

      By any such deadly wine.

      They cannot blot thy spoken words

      From the memory of man

      By all the poison ever was brewed

      Since time its course began.

      To-day abhorred, to-morrow adored,

      For round and round we run,

      And ever the Truth comes uppermost,

      And ever is Justice done.

      Plod in thy cave, gray anchorite;

      Be wiser than thy peers;

      Augment the range of human power,

      And trust to coming years.

      They may call thee wizard, and monk accursed,

      And load thee with dispraise;

      Thou wert born five hundred years too soon

      For the comfort of thy days;

      But not too soon for human kind.

      Time hath reward in store;

      And the demons of our sires become

      The saints that we adore.

      The blind can see, the slave is lord,

      So round and round we run;

      And ever the Wrong is proved to be wrong

      And ever is Justice done.

      Keep, Galileo, to thy thought,

      And nerve thy soul to bear;

      They may gloat o'er the senseless words they wring

      From the pangs of thy despair;

      They may veil their eyes, but they cannot hide

      The sun's meridian glow;

      The heel of a priest may tread thee down

      And a tyrant work thee woe;

      But never a truth has been destroyed;

      They may curse it and call it crime;

      Pervert and betray, or slander and slay

      Its teachers for a time.

      But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,

      As round and round we run;

      And the Truth shall ever come uppermost,

      And Justice shall be done.

      And live there now such men as these—

      With thoughts like the great of old?

      Many have died in their misery,

      And left their thought untold;

      And many live, and are ranked as mad,

      And are placed in the cold world's ban,

      For sending their bright, far-seeing souls

      Three centuries in the van.

      They toil in penury and grief,

      Unknown, if not maligned;

      Forlorn, forlorn, bearing the scorn

      Of the meanest of mankind!

      But yet the world goes round and round,

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