The Orators: An English Study

The Orators: An English Study

The Orators: An English Study

The Orators: An English Study

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By landscape reminded once of his mother's figure The mountain heights he remembers get bigger and bigger: With the finest of mapping pens he fondly traces All the family names on the familiar places. Among green pastures straying he walks by still waters; Surely a swan he seems to earth's unwise daughters, Bending a beautiful head, worshipping not lying, 'Dear' the dear beak in the dear concha crying. Under the trees the summer bands were playing; 'Dear boy, be brave as these roots', he heard them saying: Carries the good news gladly to a world in danger, Is ready to argue, he smiles, with any stranger. And yet this prophet, homing the day is ended, Receives odd welcome from the country he so defended: The band roars 'Coward, Coward', in his human fever, The giantess shuffles nearer, cries 'Deceiver'.

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