Opúsculos por Alexandre Herculano - Tomo I

Opúsculos por Alexandre Herculano - Tomo I

Alexandre Herculano

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Opúsculos por Alexandre Herculano - Tomo I by Alexandre Herculano

Chapter 1 No.1

O Espirito de Deus passou pelo meu espirito, e disse-me: vai, e faze resoar nos ouvidos das turbas palavras de terror e de verdade.

E eu obedecerei ao meu Deus no meio dos punhaes de assassinos.

Povo!... breve soará a tua hora extrema: tu mesmo a assignalaste no decorrer dos tempos.

O anjo exterminador vibra sobre ti a espada da assola??o, e tu dan?as e folgas ebrio das tuas esperan?as.

Essa terra que pisas crês que é um solo remido por tuas m?os: repara porém; olha que é um sepulchro.

Amplo é o sepulchro de um povo: dentro em breve tu ahi calarás para sempre.

Creste-te forte, porque sabes rugir como a panthera: mas somente Deus é grande.

Encheste o vaso das tuas iniquidades; elle trasbordou, e a terra ficou polluida.

Maldictos os nomes dos que accenderam o volc?o popular; nomes abominaveis perante o céu e a terra.

Portugal foi pesado na balan?a da eterna justi?a, e a Providencia retirou a m?o de cima delle.

Derribem-se os altares, cerrem-se as portas dos templos: Deus já n?o acceita os sacrificios, nem ouve as preces deste povo, sen?o como uma express?o de escarneo.

E como o aquil?o varre a folha secca do outono, o sopro do Senhor varrerá da face da terra esta ra?a corrompida e immoral.

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