The following is a poem by Oscar Wilde, entitled On the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria. Christ, dost thou live indeed? or are they bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was they Rising only dreamed by Her Whose love of thee for all her sin atones? For here the air is horrid… [Read More]
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