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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From the Commemoration Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WASHINGTON</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time,<br>Would strike that banner down,<br>A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme<br>With fame’s bright wreath did crown<br>Through armed hosts bore it till it floated high <br>Beyond the clouds, a light that cannot die!<br>Ah, hero of our younger race!<br>Great builder of a temple new!<br>Ruler, who sought no lordly place!<br>Warrior, who sheathed the sword he drew! <br>Lover of men, who saw afar<br>A world unmarred by want or war,<br>Who knew the path, and yet forbore<br>To tread, till all men should implore;<br>Who saw the light, and led the way <br>Where the gray would might greet the day;<br>Father and leader, prophet sure,<br>Whose will in vast works shall endure,<br>How shall we praise him on this day of days,<br>Great son of fame who has no need of praise? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we praise him? Open wide the doors<br>Of the fair temple whose broad base he laid.<br>Through its white halls a shadowy cavalcade<br>Of heroes moves o’er unresounding floors—<br>Men whose brawned arms upraised these columns high, <br>And reared the towers that vanish in the sky,—<br>The strong who, having wrought, can never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LINCOLN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AND, lo! leading a blessed host comes one<br>Who held a warring nation in his heart;<br>Who knew love’s agony, but had no part <br>In love’s delight; whose mightly task was done<br>Through blood and tears that we might walk in joy,<br>And this day’s rapture own no sad alloy.<br>Around him heirs of bliss, whose bright brows wear<br>Palm-leaves amid their laurels ever fair. <br>Gaily they come, as though the drum<br>Beat out the call their glad hearts knew so well:<br>Brothers once more, dear as of yore,<br>Who in a noble conflict nobly fell.<br>Their blood washed pure you banner in the sky, <br>And quenched the brands laid ’neath these arches high—<br>The brave who, having fought, can never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then surging through the vastness rise once more<br>The aureoled heirs of light, who onward bore<br>Through darksome times and trackless realms of ruth <br>The flag of beauty and the torch of truth.<br>They tore the mask from the foul face of wrong;<br>Even to God’s mysteries they dared aspire;<br>High in the choir they built yon altar-fire,<br>And filled these aisles with color and with song: <br>The ever-young, the unfallen, wreathing for time<br>Fresh garlands of the seeming-vanished years;<br>Faces long luminous, remote, sublime,<br>And shining brows still dewy with our tears.<br>Back with the old glad smile comes one we knew— <br>We bade him rear our house of joy today.<br>But Beauty opened wide her starry way,<br>And he passed on. Bright champions of the true,<br>Soldiers of peace, seers, singers ever blest,—<br>From the wide ether of a loftier quest <br>Their winged souls throng our rites to glorify,—<br>The wise who, having known, can never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEMOCRACY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR, lo! the living God doth bare his arm.<br>No more he makes his house of clouds and gloom.<br>Lightly the shuttles move within his loom; <br>Unveiled his thunder leaps to meet the storm.<br>From God’s right hand man takes the powers that sway<br>A universe of stars.<br>He bows them down; he bids them go or stay;<br>He tames them for his wars. <br>He scans the burning paces of the sun,<br>And names the invisible orbs whose courses run<br>Through the dim deeps of space.<br>He sees in dew upon a rose impearled<br>The swarming legions of a monad world <br>Begin life’s upward race.<br>Voices of hope he hears<br>Long dumb to his despair,<br>And dreams of golden years<br>Meet for a world so fair. <br>For now Democracy doth wake and rise<br>From the sweet sloth of youth.<br>By storms made strong, by many dreams made wise,<br>He clasps the hand of Truth.<br>Through the armed nations lies his path of peace, <br>The open book of knowledge in his hand.<br>Food to the starving, to the oppressed release,<br>And love to all he bears from land to land.<br>Before his march the barriers fall,<br>The laws grow gentle at his call. <br>His glowing breath blows far away<br>The fogs that veil the coming day,—<br>That wondrous day<br>When earth shall sing as through the blue she rolls<br>Laden with joy for all her thronging souls. <br>Then shall want’s call to sin resound no more<br>Across her teeming fields. And pain shall sleep,<br>Soothed by brave science with her magic lore;<br>And war no more shall bid the nations weep.<br>Then the worn chains shall slip from man’s desire, <br>And ever higher and higher<br>His swift foot shall aspire;<br>Still deeper and more deep<br>His soul its watch shall keep,<br>Till love shall make the world a holy place, <br>Where knowledge dare unveil God’s very face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not yet the angels hear life’s last sweet song.<br>Music unutterably pure and strong<br>From earth shall rise to haunt the peopled skies,<br>When the long march of time, <br>Patient in birth and death, in growth and blight,<br>Shall lead man up through happy realms of light<br>Unto his goal sublime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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WHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time,
Would strike that banner down,
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme
With fame’s bright wreath did crown
Through armed hosts bore it till it floated high 
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