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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Webster</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, and when the mould may have gathered on our memories, as it will on our tombs:" -- Webster's Speech in the Senate, July, 1850.<br> <br> The mould upon thy memory! -- No,<br>  Not while one note is rung,<br> Of those divine, immortal songs<br>  Milton and Shakespeare sung; --<br> Not till the night of years enshrouds<br>  The Anglo-Saxon tongue.<br> <br> No! let the flood of Time roll on,<br>  And men and empires die; --<br> Genius enthroned on lofty heights<br>  Can its dread course defy,<br> And here on earth, can claim the gift<br>  Of immortality:<br> <br> Can save from that Lethean tide<br>  That sweeps so dark along,<br> A people's name; -- a people's fame<br>  To future time prolong,<br> As Troy still lives and only lives<br>  In Homer's deathless song.<br> <br> What though to buried Nineveh<br>  The traveller may come,<br> And roll away the stone that hides<br>  That long forgotten tomb; --<br> He questions its mute past in vain,<br>  Its oracles are dumb.<br> <br> What though he stand where Balbec stood<br>  Gigantic in its pride;<br> No voice comes o'er that silent waste,<br>  Lone, desolate and wide; --<br> They had no bard, no orator,<br>  No statesman, -- and they died.<br> <br> They lived their little span of life,<br>  They lived and died in vain; --<br> They sank ingloriously beneath<br>  Oblivion's silent reign,<br> As sank beneath the Dead Sea wave<br>  The Cities of the Plain.<br> <br> But for those famed, immortal lands,<br>  Greece and imperial Rome,<br> Where Genius left its shining mark,<br>  And found its chosen home,<br> All eloquent with mind they speak,<br>  Wood, wave and crumbling dome.<br> <br> The honeyed words of Plato still<br>  Float on the echoing air,<br> The thunders of Demosthenes<br>  AEgean waters bear,<br> And the pilgrim to the Forum hears<br>  The voice of Tully there.<br> <br> And thus thy memory shall live,<br>  And thus thy fame resound,<br> While far-off future ages roll<br>  Their solemn cycles round,<br> And make this wide, this fair New World<br>  An ancient, classic ground.<br> <br> Then with our Country's glorious name<br>  Thine own shall be entwined;<br> Within the Senate's pillared hall<br>  Thine image shall be shrined;<br> And on the nation's Law shall gleam<br>  Light from thy giant mind.<br> <br> Our proudest monuments no more<br>  May rise to meet the sky,<br> The stately Capitol o'erthrown,<br>  Low in the dust may lie;<br> But mind, sublime above the wreck,<br>  Immortal -- cannot die.</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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