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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the memory of Channing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5.<br> <br>  Those spirits God ordained,<br> To stand the watchmen on the outer wall,<br> Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall;<br>  They who reveal the ideal, the unattained,<br> And to their age, in stirring tones, and high,<br> Speak out for God, Truth, Man, and Liberty --<br>  Such prophets, do they die?<br> <br>  When dust to dust returns,<br> And the freed spirit seeks again its God,<br> To those with whom the blessed ones have trod;<br>  Are they then lost? No, still their spirit burns<br> And quickens in the race; the life they give,<br> Humanity receives, and they survive,<br>  While Hope and Virtue live.<br> <br>  The landmarks of their age,<br> High Priests, Kings of the realm of mind, are they,<br> A realm unbounded as posterity;<br>  The hopeful future is their heritage;<br> Their words of truth, of love, and faith sublime,<br> To a dark world of doubt, despair, and crime,<br>  Re-echo through all time.<br> <br>  Such kindling words are thine,<br> Thou, o'er whose tomb the requiem soundeth still,<br> Thou from whose lips the silvery tones yet thrill<br>  In many a bosom, waking life divine;<br> And since thy Master to the world gave token<br> That for Love's faith the creed of fear was broken,<br>  None higher have been spoken.<br> <br>  Thy reverent eye could see,<br> Though sinful, weak, and wedded to the clod,<br> The angel soul still as the child of God,<br>  Heir of His love, born to high destiny:<br> Not for thy country, creed, or sect speak'st thou,<br> But him who bears God's image on his brow<br>  Thy brother, high or low.<br> <br>  Great teachers formed thy youth,*<br> As thou didst stand upon thy native shore,<br> In the calm sunshine, in the ocean's roar;<br>  Nature and God spoke with thee, and the truth,<br> That o'er thy spirit then in radiance streamed,<br> And in thy life so calmly, brightly beamed,<br>  Shall still shine on undimmed.<br> <br>  Ages agone, like thee,<br> The faméd Greek with kindling aspect stood,<br> And blent his eloquence with the wind and flood,<br>  By the blue waters of the Egean Sea;<br> But he heard not their everlasting hymn;<br> His lofty soul with error's cloud was dim,<br>  And thy great teachers spake not unto him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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