<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Doctor Lang</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine— <br> Little hast read of what my hand has wrought, <br>Yet I with thy brave memory would entwine <br> The muse’s amaranths. For thou well hast fought <br> For freedom; well her sacred lessons taught; <br>Well baffled wrong; and delved with far design <br>Into those elements where treasures shine <br> Excelling those wherewith our hills are fraught. <br>And when thy glorious grey head shall make <br> One spot all-hallowed for the coming days— <br>Tombed in the golden land for whose sole sake <br> With labour thou hast furrowed all thy ways,— <br> Well a young nation shall thy worth appraise <br>Even through the grief which then shall o’er thee break </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><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=354924" data-title="To Doctor Lang de Charles Harpur" data-description="Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine— Little hast read of what my hand has wrought, Yet I with thy brave memory would entwine The muse’s amaranths. For thou well hast fought For freedom; well her sacred lessons taught; Well baff..."></div> </div> </div>

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