Cleftlands Sonnet
| Ezra ha-Yona |
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The winter's dark can not our souls make dim,
nor bitter chill our beating hearts to douse. No wind nor storm, nor even lightning grim can hope to break the 'ternal hope we house. Can winter break the many-threaded cloak? Can rain o'ercome the thickly layered caps? Can darkness best one hundred lanterns' smoke? No home of many beams is given to collapse. Together, aye, together! Joined so strong in azure-argent bond for one, for all. When one shall fall, we all shall raise this song, and lift them up, that we as one stand all. For here in land where river burned so bright, we all know well 'tis best to share our light. |
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