A Bridal Song
1. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,— Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,— Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their own delight;— Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight Oft renew. 2. Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! Holy stars, permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper, Dawn,—ere it be long! O joy! O fear! what will be done In the absence of the sun! Come along!
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"De mensheid moet een einde maken aan oorlog, of oorlog zal een einde maken aan de mensheid.
Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind.
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