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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill;<br>The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,<br>Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will<br>Wrought every mission well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose glowing reason towered above the sea<br>Of dark disaster like a beacon light,<br>And led the Ship of State, unscathed and free,<br>Out of the gulfs of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Treason, rabid-mouthed, and fanged with steel,<br>Lay growling o'er the bones of fallen braves,<br>And when beneath the tyrant's iron heel<br>Were ground the hearts of slaves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And War, with all his train of horrors, leapt<br>Across the fortress-walls of Liberty<br>With havoc e'en the marble goddess wept<br>With tears of blood to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout it all his brave and kingly mind<br>Kept loyal vigil o'er the patriot's vow,<br>And yet the flag he lifted to the wind<br>Is drooping o'er him now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Peace--all pallid from the battle-field<br>When first again it hovered o'er the land<br>And found his voice above it like a shield,<br>Had nestled in his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O throne of State and gilded Senate halls--<br>Though thousands throng your aisles and galleries--<br>How empty are ye! and what silence falls<br>On your hilarities!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, though great the loss to us appears,<br>The consolation sweetens all our pain--<br>Though hushed the voice, through all the coming years<br>Its echoes will remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,
Throbs solemnly for one whose earthly will
Wrought every mission well.

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Of dark disaster like a beacon light,
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