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Hands of the dome

Printed At Bismarck's Death

Oh Lord, thou art inside
And my bloody tears,
Infants in God's embrace
Shiver,
And the elder worry
About the days to remain.
The raised hands of Zagreb's dome pray
And terrified lips whisper:
Thou seest the days unknown
And I know: thou livest and seest. Amen.