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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Republic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Pilgrim eyes previsioned and Puritan lips foretold,<br>Dowered with wealth of woodland and glory of virgin gold,<br>Awoke the White Republic, the gift of the Lord Most High,<br>As broad and free as the borders be of her own wide western sky!<br>Mother of loyal daughters, whose girdle and guard are these—<br>Their leagues of inland waters and bulwarks of splendid seas,<br>Each to the other plighted till the end of time they stand,<br>Palmetto to pine united and prairie to pasture-land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hath store of grain ungarnered and harvests her sons have sown,<br>She is jewelled with mines unminted whose measure no man hath known,<br>And the light of her eyes is steady, and her onward march is free,<br>For it knows no rest, but is like the quest of her rivers that seek the sea.<br>Upward and on she presses with a zeal no check may rein,<br>With a strength no shock may shatter while her seasons wake and wane;<br>Nerved of her stirring stories of the deeds and the deaths of men,<br>She wins for greater glories till the lapse of human ken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her breath is sweet of the southland and the fragile jasmine blows,<br>On her brow is the excellent whiteness of still Sierra snows,<br>And her feet are shod with the mosses of the murmurous woodland ways,<br>And her head is crowned and her temples bound by fillets of slender maize:<br>As the wild Atlantic fearless, as the hushed Pacific calm,<br>She rules her rugged hilltops and her breathless groves of palm;<br>And, whether in waste or city, with freedom her shining shield,<br>She is queen by right of her splendid might and the love her children yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on through the unrun ages, through stormy and sunlit days,<br>Still shall the crescent pages of history sing her praise,<br>As by ways of strife and burden to the goal of strife's surcease<br>She pursues the priceless guerdon, the dawn of a deathless peace—<br>The wise and wonderful mother of states and states to be,<br>Guarded and well defended of the sons who made her free,<br>Of the sons who learned to love her, and of loving her learned to die<br>For the flag of the White Republic, the gift of the Lord Most High!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</i><div class=q>
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