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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost Of The New World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'_There are no ghosts in America._'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There are no ghosts, you say,<br>To haunt her blaze of light;<br>No shadows in her day,<br>No phantoms in her night.<br>Columbus' tattered sail<br>Has passed beyond our hail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What? On that magic coast,<br>Where Raleigh fought with fate,<br>Or where that Devon ghost<br>Unbarred the Golden Gate,<br>No dark, strange, ear-ringed men<br>Beat in from sea again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No ghosts in Salem town<br>With silver buckled shoon?<br>No lovely witch to drown<br>Or burn beneath the moon?<br>Not even a whiff of tea,<br>On Boston's glimmering quay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, ghostly Spanish walls,<br>Where brown Franciscans glide,<br>Is there no voice that calls<br>Across the Great Divide,<br>To pilgrims on their way<br>Along the Santa Fe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let your Pullman cars<br>Go roaring to the West,<br>Till, watched by lonelier stars,<br>The cactus lifts its crest.<br>There, on that painted plain,<br>One ghost will rise again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Majestic and forlorn,<br>Wreck of a dying race,<br>The Red Man, half in scorn,<br>Shall raise his haughty face,<br>Inscrutable as the sky,<br>To watch our ghosts go by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What? Is earth dreaming still?<br>Shall not the night disgorge<br>The ghosts of Bunker Hill<br>The ghosts of Valley Forge,<br>Or, England's mightiest son,<br>The ghost of Washington?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No ghosts where Lincoln fell?<br>No ghosts for seeing eyes?<br>I know an old cracked bell<br>Shall make ten million rise<br>When one immortal ghost<br>Calls to the slumbering host.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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There are no ghosts, you say,
To haunt her blaze of light;
No shadows in her day,
No phantoms in her night.
Columbus' tattered sail
Has passed beyond our hail.

What? On that magic coast,
Where Raleigh fought ..."></div>
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