<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Tsar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou into whose human hand is given<br>A godlike might! who, for thy earthly hour,<br>Above reproof, self-counseled and self-shriven,<br>Wieldest o'er regions vast despotic power!<br>Mortal, who by a breath,<br>A look, a hasty word, as soon forgot,<br>Commandest energies of life and death!—<br>Midst terrors dread, that darkly multiply,<br>Wilt thou thy vision blind, and listen not<br>Whilst unto Heaven ascends thy people's cry?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain, in vain! The injuries they speak<br>Down unto final depths their souls have stirr'd:<br>The aged plead through them, the childish-weak,<br>The mad, the dying,—and they shall be heard!<br>Thou wilt not hear them; but,<br>Though Heaven were hedged about with walls of<br>stone,<br>And though with brazen gates forever shut,<br>And sentried 'gainst petitions of despair,<br>'T were closely guarded as thy fearful throne,<br>That cry of helpless wrong should enter there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Majesty! 'T is great to be a king,<br>But greater is it yet to be a man!<br>The exile by far Lena perishing,<br>The captive in Kara who bears thy ban,<br>Ransomed at length and free,<br>Shall rise from torments that make heroes strong;<br>Shall rise, as equal souls, to question thee;<br>And for defense there nothing shall endure<br>Of all which to thy lofty state belong,<br>Save that thou hast of human, brave, and pure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cæsar, thou still art man, and serv'st a King<br>Who wields a power more terrible than thine!<br>Slow, slow to anger, and long-suffering,<br>He hears his children cry, and makes no sign:<br>He hears them cry, but, oh!<br>Imagine not his tardy judgments sleep,<br>Or that their agonies He doth not know<br>Who, hidden, waste where tyrants may not see!<br>Eternal watch He over them doth keep,—<br>Eternal watch,— and Russia shall be free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118586" data-title="To the Tsar de Florence Earle Coates" data-description="O Thou into whose human hand is given/A godlike might! who, for thy earthly hour,/Above reproof, self-counseled and self-shriven,/Wieldest o'er regions vast despotic power!/Mortal, who by a breath,/A look, a hasty word, as soon forgot,/Commandest ..."></div> </div> </div>

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