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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Contra spem sperd                                                                                                                                                                        Przeciw nadziei , co stoi na chmurze                                                                              Lecz ,  prędkim wichrom rzuciwszy kotwicę,                                                                                                                      I obrócony wzrok trzyma na burze                                                                                                                        I nawałnicę,                                                                                                                                             W niezgasłe  gwiazdy ufam wśród zawiei                                                                                                                                                         Przeciw  nadziei.                                                                                                                                                                                                              Tak pieśniarz ślepy, gdy go noc otoczy,                                                                                                                                                                     Choć wie, że rankiem nie wzejdzie mu słońce,                                                                          Podnosi w niebo obłąkane oczy                                                                                                                                                                         I dłonie drżące                                                                                                                                                                                  I mroki pije źrenicą zagasłą                                                                                                                                                 Wierząc w dnia hasło.                                                                                                                                               Wiem, odleciały te ptaki daleko,                                                                                                                                                            Co nam na skrzydłach niosły chwały zorze,                                                                                                                        I z rzek już naszych te wody nie cieką,                                                                                                                               Które szły w morze…                                                                                               I syn się karmi kłosami gorzkimi                                                                                                             Z ojców swych ziemi.                                                                                                                                                                      Sam Bóg zagasił nad nami pochodnię                                                                                                                           I na mogiły strząsnął jej popioły.                                                                                                                                         Idziem, jak idą bezdomne przechodnie,                                                                                                                                               Z zwiędłymi czoły,                                                                                                                                                                           A stopy naszej zasypuje ślady                                                                                                                     Wicher zagłady...                                                                                                                                                            Wiem, niech mi smętne echo nie powtarza                                                                                    Tego, co wstydem pali i boli,                                                                                                                Bom ja też rodem z wielkiego cmentarza                                                                                    I z krwawej roli…                                                                                                                                            I ja też lecę jak ptak obłąkany                                                                                                                I wichrem gnany.                                                                                                                                                          Przecież o zmierzchy skrzydłami bijąca                                                                                    I piekieł naszych ogarniona sferą,                                                                                                  Oczyma szukam dnia blasków i słońca                                                                                    Contra spem  - spero…                                                                                                                              I w mogił głębi czuję życia dreszcze,                                                                                                  I ufam jeszcze…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1006                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Przeciw nadziei i przeciw pewności                                                                                                  Wystygłych duchów i śmierci wróżbitów                                                                                    Wierzę w  wskrzeszenie popiołów i kości,                                                                                    W jutrznię błękitów….                                                                                                                              I w gwiazdę ludów wierzę wśród zawiei,                                                                                    Przeciw nadziei !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         ...

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