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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ethnogenesis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written During the Meeting of the First Southern Congress, at Montgomery,<br>February, 1861</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath not the morning dawned with added light?<br>And shall not evening call another star<br>Out of the infinite regions of the night,<br>To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we are<br>A nation among nations; and the world<br>Shall soon behold in many a distant port<br>Another flag unfurled!<br>Now, come what may, whose favor need we court?<br>And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?<br>Thank Him who placed us here<br>Beneath so kind a sky -- the very sun<br>Takes part with us; and on our errands run<br>All breezes of the ocean; dew and rain<br>Do noiseless battle for us; and the Year,<br>And all the gentle daughters in her train,<br>March in our ranks, and in our service wield<br>Long spears of golden grain!<br>A yellow blossom as her fairy shield,<br>June flings her azure banner to the wind,<br>While in the order of their birth<br>Her sisters pass, and many an ample field<br>Grows white beneath their steps, till now, behold,<br>Its endless sheets unfold<br>THE SNOW OF SOUTHERN SUMMERS! Let the earth<br>Rejoice! beneath those fleeces soft and warm<br>Our happy land shall sleep<br>In a repose as deep<br>As if we lay intrenched behind<br>Whole leagues of Russian ice and Arctic storm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what if, mad with wrongs themselves have wrought,<br>In their own treachery caught,<br>By their own fears made bold,<br>And leagued with him of old,<br>Who long since in the limits of the North<br>Set up his evil throne, and warred with God --<br>What if, both mad and blinded in their rage,<br>Our foes should fling us down their mortal gage,<br>And with a hostile step profane our sod!<br>We shall not shrink, my brothers, but go forth<br>To meet them, marshaled by the Lord of Hosts,<br>And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts<br>Of Moultrie and of Eutaw -- who shall foil<br>Auxiliars such as these? Nor these alone,<br>But every stock and stone<br>Shall help us; but the very soil,<br>And all the generous wealth it gives to toil,<br>And all for which we love our noble land,<br>Shall fight beside, and through us; sea and strand,<br>The heart of woman, and her hand,<br>Tree, fruit, and flower, and every influence,<br>Gentle, or grave, or grand;<br>The winds in our defence<br>Shall seem to blow; to us the hills shall lend<br>Their firmness and their calm;<br>And in our stiffened sinews we shall blend<br>The strength of pine and palm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor would we shun the battle-ground,<br>Though weak as we are strong;<br>Call up the clashing elements around,<br>And test the right and wrong!<br>On one side, creeds that dare to teach<br>What Christ and Paul refrained to preach;<br>Codes built upon a broken pledge,<br>And Charity that whets a poniard's edge;<br>Fair schemes that leave the neighboring poor<br>To starve and shiver at the schemer's door,<br>While in the world's most liberal ranks enrolled,<br>He turns some vast philanthropy to gold;<br>Religion, taking every mortal form<br>But that a pure and Christian faith makes warm,<br>Where not to vile fanatic passion urged,<br>Or not in vague philosophies submerged,<br>Repulsive with all Pharisaic leaven,<br>And making laws to stay the laws of Heaven!<br>And on the other, scorn of sordid gain,<br>Unblemished honor, truth without a stain,<br>Faith, justice, reverence, charitable wealth,<br>And, for the poor and humble, laws which give,<br>Not the mean right to buy the right to live,<br>But life, and home, and health!<br>To doubt the end were want of trust in God,<br>Who, if he has decreed<br>That we must pass a redder sea<br>Than that which rang to Miriam's holy glee,<br>Will surely raise at need<br>A Moses with his rod!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let our fears -- if fears we have -- be still,<br>And turn us to the future! Could we climb<br>Some mighty Alp, and view the coming time,<br>The rapturous sight would fill<br>Our eyes with happy tears!<br>Not only for the glories which the years<br>Shall bring us; not for lands from sea to sea,<br>And wealth, and power, and peace, though these shall be;<br>But for the distant peoples we shall bless,<br>And the hushed murmurs of a world's distress:<br>For, to give labor to the poor,<br>The whole sad planet o'er,<br>And save from want and crime the humblest door,<br>Is one among the many ends for which<br>God makes us great and rich!<br>The hour perchance is not yet wholly ripe<br>When all shall own it, but the type<br>Whereby we shall be known in every land<br>Is that vast gulf which lips our Southern strand,<br>And through the cold, untempered ocean pours<br>Its genial streams, that far off Arctic shores<br>May sometimes catch upon the softened breeze<br>Strange tropic warmth and hints of summer seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q>
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