Treasure Island

Shaul Tchernichovsky

(1875 - 1943 / Russia)

Creed


Laugh, laugh at all my dreams!
What I dream shall yet come true!
Laugh at my belief in man,
At my belief in you.

Freedom still my soul demands,
Unbartered for a calf of gold.
For still I do believe in man,
And in his spirit, strong and bold.

And in the future I still believe
Though it be distant, come it will
When nations shall each other bless,
And peace at last the earth shall fill.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Milica Franchi De Luri (10/25/2009 9:46:00 PM)

    Here is an optimist. We haven't seen that happening in sixty something years after his death, but who knows, it's still time....................10 (Report) Reply

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