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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Atlas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,<br>Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled<br>The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might<br>And left him standing all alone, to set the wrong things right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is the way the Fates have done since first Time's race began!<br>They open up Pandora's box before some chosen man;<br>And then, aloof, they wait and watch, to see if he will find<br>And wake the slumbering God that dwells in every mortal's mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Erect, our modern Atlas stands, with brave uplifted head,<br>And there is courage in his eyes, if in his heart be dread.<br>Not dread of foes, but dread of friends, who may not pull together,<br>To bring the lurching ship of State safe through the stormy weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, never were there wilder waves or more stupendous seas,<br>Or rougher rocks or bleaker winds, or darker days than these.<br>Not Washington, not Lincoln knew so grave an hour of Time<br>As he who now stands face to face with War's world-shaking crime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His brain is clear, his soul is brave, his heart is just and right,<br>He asks no honours of the earth, but favour in God's sight;<br>His aim is not to wear a crown or win imperial power,<br>But to use wisely for the race life's terrible great hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Liberty, who lights the world with rays that come from God,<br>Shine on Columbia's troubled track, and make it bright and broad;<br>Shine on each heart, and give it strength to meet its pains and losses,<br>And give supernal strength to one who bears the whole world's crosses;<br>Take from his thought the fear of friends who may not pull together,<br>And bring the glorious ship of State safe through wild waves and weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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