<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Long?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long, and yet how long,<br>Our leaders will we hail from over seas,<br>Master and kings from feudal monarchies,<br>And mock their ancient song<br>With echoes weak of foreign melodies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That distant isle mist-wreathed,<br>Mantled in unimaginable green,<br>Too long hath been our mistress and our queen.<br>Our fathers have bequeathed<br>Too deep a love for her, our hearts within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She made the whole world ring<br>With the brave exploits of her children strong,<br>And with the matchless music of her song.<br>Too late, too late we cling<br>To alien legends, and their strains prolong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fresh young world I see,<br>With heroes, cities, legends of her own;<br>With a new race of men, and overblown<br>By winds from sea to sea,<br>Decked with the majesty of every zone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the glittering tops<br>Of snow-peaked mounts, the wid'ning vale's expanse,<br>Large prairies where free herds of horses prance,<br>Exhaustless wealth of crops,<br>In vast, magnificent extravagance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These grand, exuberant plains,<br>These stately rivers, each with many a mouth,<br>The exquisite beauty of the soft-aired south,<br>The boundless seas of grains,<br>Luxuriant forests' lush and splendid growth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The distant siren-song<br>Of the green island in the eastern sea,<br>Is not the lay for this new chivalry.<br>It is not free and strong<br>To chant on prairies 'neath this brilliant sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The echo faints and fails;<br>It suiteth not, upon this western plain,<br>Out voice or spirit; we should stir again<br>The wilderness, and make the vales<br>Resound unto a yet unheard-of strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</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=386665" data-title="How Long? de Emma Lazarus" data-description="How long, and yet how long, Our leaders will we hail from over seas, Master and kings from feudal monarchies, And mock their ancient song With echoes weak of foreign melodies? That distant isle mist-wreathed, Mantled in unimaginable green, Too lo..."></div> </div> </div>

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