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There are wonderful children in my heart whose faces shall be more lively than the rainbow; they shall make a compact with the North wind, and he shall lead them forth; all shall be black behind them and black above them, and there shall be nothing beautiful in the world but them; they shall seize upon the earth and it shall be theirs, and nothing shall stop them but our old enemy the sea." THERE ARE WONDERFUL CHILDREN IN MY HEART WHOSE FACES SHALL BE MORE LIVELY THAN THE RAINBOW THEY SHALL MAKE A COMPACT WITH THE NORTH WIND AND HE SHALL LEAD THEM FORTH ALL SHALL BE BLACK BEHIND THEM AND BLACK ABOVE THEM AND THERE SHALL BE NOTHING BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD BUT THEM THEY SHALL SEIZE UPON THE EARTH AND IT SHALL BE THEIRS AND NOTHING SHALL STOP THEM BUT OUR OLD ENEMY THE SEA
t when I had powerfully held him for twenty years they brought him to the banquet and took me from my post, and the wine arose rejoicing and leapt through the veins of men and exalted their souls within them till they stood up in their places and sang Provençal songs. But me they cast away--me that had been sentinel for twenty years, and was still as strong and staunch as when first I went on guard. Now I am an outcast in a cold northern city, who once have known the Andalusian skies and guarded long ago Provençal suns that swam in the heart of the rejoicing wine." An unstruck match that somebody had dropped spoke next. "I am a child of the sun," he said, "and an enemy of cities; there is more in my heart than you know of. I am a brother of Etna and Stromboli; I have fires lurking in me that will one day rise up beautiful and strong. We will not go into servitude on any hearth nor work machines for our food, but we will take out own food where we find it on that day when we are strong.  ME FROM MY POST BUT WHEN I HAD POWERFULLY HELD HIM FOR TWENTY YEARS THEY BROUGHT HIM TO THE BANQUET AND TOOK ME FROM MY POST AND THE WINE AROSE REJOICING AND LEAPT THROUGH THE VEINS OF MEN AND EXALTED THEIR SOULS WITHIN THEM TILL THEY STOOD UP IN THEIR PLACES AND SANG PROVINCEAL SONGS BUT ME THEY CAST AWAY ME THAT HAD BEEN SENTINEL FOR TWENTY YEARS AND WAS STILL AS STRONG AND STAUNCH AS WHEN I FIRST WENT ON GUARD NOW I AM AN OUTCAST IN A COLD NORTHERN CITY WHO ONCE HAD KNOWN THE ENDELUCIAN SKIES AND GUARDED LONG AGO PROVINCEAL SUNS THAT SWAM IN THE HEART OF THE REJOICING WINE AN UNSTRUCK MATCH THAT SOMEBODY HAD DROPPED SPOKE NEXT I AM A CHILD OF THE SUN HE SAID AND AN ENEMY OF CITIES THERE IS MORE IN MY HEART THAN YOU KNOW OF I AM A BROTHER OF ETNA AND STRAMBOLI I HAVE FIRES LURKING IN ME THAT WILL ONE DAY RISE UP BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG WE WILL NOT GO INTO SERVITUDE ON ANY HEARTH NOR WORK MACHINES FOR OUR FOOD BUT WE WILL TAKE OUR OWN FOOD WHERE WE FIND IT ON THAT DAY WHEN WE ARE STRONG
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