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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be hush'd, triumphant sounds! ye bring not now<br>A gush of pride along the glowing brow;<br>Ye wake no more a dream of future fame,<br>And added glory to my country's name;<br>Ye only mind me of her crimson'd hands,<br>Her sullied faith, her broken treaty-bands.<br>Oh, better far contrition, sad and mute,<br>Or tearful prayers her guilty lip would suit,—<br>Joy not for her—the hearts her sin hath crush'd,<br>With groans return your shouts—proud sounds, be hush'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! yonder where the starry flag streams free,<br>And swift the light bark cleaves the foaming sea,—<br>There bursting hearts, in hopeless anguish torn<br>From all they love, to distant lands are borne,<br>In wild despairing groans they breathe their woe,<br>And call on those they ne'er shall view below,<br>As thoughts that framed their deepest bliss, but now<br>Send added torture to the burning brow;<br>While fated still her wonted chain to wear,<br>And all the weight of lonely bondage bear,<br>In shrieks, the frantic mother, from the shore,<br>Beholds them sever to return no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And are there none to whose relentless breast<br>The Afric's plea is not in vain address'd?<br>Who shame them not to own his kindred claim,<br>And gift the negro with a brother's name?<br>Ay, there are some—some hearts that yet can feel,<br>And dare defend his rights and guard his weal,<br>Some few, who shrink not from the oppressor's power,<br>Nor leave him helpless in his gloomy hour.<br>A fire is lit on Freedom's holiest shrine,<br>That yet o'er Afric's midnight sky shall shine;<br>For this shall woman's prayers to heaven ascend,<br>Her breath shall fan it, and her care attend;<br>Thus swift from heart to heart the flame shall run,<br>And triumph crown the work, but now begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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