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Robert Laurence Binyon - There Is Still SplendourRobert Laurence Binyon - There Is Still Splendour
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O when will life taste clean again? For the air Is fouled: the world sees, hears; and each day brings Vile fume that would corrupt eternal things, Were they corruptible. Harsh trumpets blare Victory over the defenceless; there Beauty and compassion, all that loves the light, Is outcast; thousands in a homeless night Climb misery`s blind paths to the peak, Despair. Not only martyr`d flesh, but the mind bleeds. There`s nothing left to call inhuman, so Defaced is man`s name by the things men do. O worse, yet worse, if the world, seeing this, The hideous spawn of misbegotten creeds, Grow used, drugged, deadened, and accept the abyss. There is still splendour: the sea tells of it From far shores, and where murder`s made to lurk In the clean waters; there, men go to work Simply, upon their daily business, knit Together in one cause; they think no whit Of glory; enough that they are men. To those Who live by terror, calmly they oppose What wills, dares, and despises to submit. And the air tells of it: out of the eye`s ken Wings range and soar, a symbol of the free, In the same cause, outspeeding the swift wind. Millions of spirits bear them company. This is the splendour in the souls of men Which flames against that treason to mankind.
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