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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To John Ruskin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(After reading his 'Modern Painters')<br>YES, you do well to mock us, you<br>Who knew our bitter woe —<br>To jeer the false, deny the true<br>In us blind-struggling low,<br>While, on your pleasant place aloft<br>With flowers and clouds and streams,<br>At our black sweat and toil you scoffed<br>That marred your idle dreams.<br>'Oh, freedom, what was that to us,'<br>(You'd shout down to us there),<br>'Except the freedom foul, vicious,<br>From all of good and fair?<br>'Obedience, faith, truth, chivalry,<br>To us were empty names.' —<br>The like to you (might we reply)<br>Whose noisy life proclaims<br>Presumption, want of human love,<br>Impatience, filthy breath,<br>The snob in soul who looks above,<br>Trampling on what's beneath.<br>When did you strive, in nobler part,<br>With love and gentleness,<br>To help one soul, to win one heart<br>To joy and hope and peace?<br>Go to, vain Prophet, without faith<br>In God who maketh new,<br>With hankerings for this putrid death,<br>This flesh-feast of the few,<br>This social structure of red mud,<br>This edifice of slime,<br>Whose bricks are bones, whose mortar's blood,<br>Whose pinnacle is Crime! —<br>Go to, for we who strain our power<br>For light and warmth and scope,<br>For wives', for children's happier hour,<br>Can teach you faith and hope.<br>Hark to the shout of those who cleared<br>The Missionary Ridge!<br>Look on those dead who never feared<br>The battle's bloody bridge!<br>Watch the stern swarm at that last breach<br>March up that came not thence —<br>And learn Democracy can teach<br>Divine obedience.<br>Pass through that South at last brought low<br>Where loyal freemen live,<br>And learn Democracy knows how<br>To utterly forgive.<br>Come then, and take this free-given bread<br>Of us who've scarce enough;<br>Hush your proud lips, bow down your head<br>And worship Human Love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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YES, you do well to mock us, you
Who knew our bitter woe —
To jeer the false, deny the true
In us blind-struggling low,
While, on your pleasant place aloft
With flowers and clouds and streams,
At our black s..."></div>
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