primates.comTHE REVOLT OF ISLAM
My brethren, we are free! The fruits are glowing
Beneath the stars, and the nightwinds are flowing
O'er the ripe corn, the birds and beasts are dreaming -
Never again may blood of bird or beast
Stain with its venomous stream a human feast
To the pure skies in accusation steaming.
Avenging poisons shall have ceased
To feed disease and fear and madness;
The dwellers of the earth and air
Shall throng around our steps in gladness,
Seeking their food or refuge there.
Our toil from thought all glorious forms shall cull,
To make this earth, our home, more beautiful;
And Science, and her sister, Poesy,
Shall clothe in light the fields and cities of the free."Percy Bysshe Shelley
(Canto Five)
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