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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Victor Hugo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart of France for a hundred years,<br>Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong,<br>Quick to throb with her hopes and fears,<br>Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!<br>You, who hailed with a morning song<br>Dream-light gilding a throne of old:<br>You, who turned when the dream grew cold,<br>Singing still, to the light that shone<br>Pure from Liberty's ancient throne,<br>Over the human throng!<br>You, who dared in the dark eclipse,--<br>When the pygmy heir of a giant name<br>Dimmed the face of the land with shame,--<br>Speak the truth with indignant lips,<br>Call him little whom men called great,<br>Scoff at him, scorn him, deny him,<br>Point to the blood on his robe of state,<br>Fling back his bribes and defy him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, who fronted the waves of fate<br>As you faced the sea from your island home,<br>Exiled, yet with a soul elate,<br>Sending songs o'er the rolling foam,<br>Bidding the heart of man to wait<br>For the day when all should see<br>Floods of wrath from the frowning skies<br>Fall on an Empire founded in lies,<br>And France again be free!<br>You, who came in the Terrible Year<br>Swiftly back to your broken land,<br>Now to your heart a thousand times more dear,--<br>Prayed for her, sung to her, fought for her,<br>Patiently, fervently wrought for her,<br>Till once again,<br>After the storm of fear and pain,<br>High in the heavens the star of France stood clear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, who knew that a man must take<br>Good and ill with a steadfast soul,<br>Holding fast, while the billows roll<br>Over his head, to the things that make<br>Life worth living for great and small,--<br>Honour and pity and truth,<br>The heart and the hope of youth,<br>And the good God over all!<br>You, to whom work was rest,<br>Dauntless Toiler of the Sea,<br>Following ever the joyful quest<br>Of beauty on the shores of old Romance,<br>Bard of the poor of France,<br>And warrior-priest of world-wide charity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You who loved little children best<br>Of all the poets that ever sung,<br>Great heart, golden heart,<br>Old, and yet ever young,<br>Minstrel of liberty,<br>Lover of all free, winged things,<br>Now at last you are free,--<br>Your soul has its wings!<br>Heart of France for a hundred years,<br>Floating far in the light that never fails you,<br>Over the turmoil of mortal hopes and fears<br>Victor, forever victor, the whole world hails you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong,
Quick to throb with her hopes and fears,
Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!
You, who hailed with a morning song
Dream-light gilding a throne of old:
You, who turn..."></div>
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