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FUIMUS! by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN

First Line: I AM ONE OF SOME HALF THOUSAND FROM THE MILLIONS OF A REIGN
Last Line: NOR CAN YOU UNDERSTAND OUR SPEECH!

I AM one of some half thousand from the millions of a reign
Departed with the years before the flood
A reign of Anarchy and Grandeur, Intellect and Crime,
Which witnessed all of Ill or Good
The lifewhile of a world can show-phenomena such as Time
Shall never, never see again!


Then spread far forth, like billowy fire, the feelings that of old
Had smouldered in the bosoms of the Few;
Immortal Freedom then was born, and dwelt with mortal men;
And France, the Thundress, rose and threw
Her giant shadow o'er the quaking earth! Since then
Hath half a stormy century rolled!


You, Germans, you are dead in soul! Your luxury is Repose;
We hated that! The price of Liberty
We knew to be our hearts' best blood, and that we freely gave;
We poured it forth in oceans, we!
Even till we saw the Night again close o'er us like a grave,
Where first our sun of glory rose!


We have learned all terrible truths that Revolution came to teach
We have known all marvellous changes Time could show
We have seen the Phoenix of a world whose ashes on the winds
Were scattered long and long ago!
Therefore, pale Youth of Germany, we think not with your minds,
Nor can you understand our speech!




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