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averted faces!
Good evening to both ranks, to both ranks Good evening all is well Good evening
And the voices of the men of the harbor, the day the Italian fleet rained shells upon it, tearing open the chests of those who had massed to attack a cruiser anchored out at sea with pistols and daggers — and with curses upon the sisters of Italy...
And the voices of the martyrs... the day we shut ourselves up in our chambers and fell to whispering to one another their cries of the immortality of liberty and the immortality of free men, murmuring that anthem of theirs:
Ask Damascus and Egypt and Iraq, and ask, besides us, the seven heavens: how much have we left in the bellies of books
And after that — how many a demonstration, how many a procession, how many a hope strung into verse or into zajal??
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And today... I do not think we shall add to the voices crouching far behind the clouds any new voices and chants. The people have grown weary of engineering castles in the air, and so we have seen them cease their clamoring — save for what is deep, wrung out of hopes, or what is far off, trembling among yearnings:
Whether the building up of the Lebanese home; whether the devouring of the long stretches to make life obtainable — cheap, dignified, and precious.
Whether the cleansing of Lebanon of the odors of filth and poverty and disease, and the care of the child, the old man, and the young man running after his loaf of bread.
Whether the genuine struggle to restore human dignity to a hundred and forty thousand homeless men and women — a struggle every man is able to wage, if he hears that voice which lingers still in the air of these homelands and in the folds of the waves of the sea:
"A new commandment! That you love! Love!"