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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the drum!<br>There is some<br>Intonation in thy grum<br>Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,<br>As we hear<br>Through the clear<br>And unclouded atmosphere,<br>Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the car!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a part<br>Of the art<br>Of thy music-throbbing heart<br>That thrills a something in us that awakens with a start,<br>And in rhyme<br>With the chime<br>And exactitude of time,<br>Goes marching on to glory to thy melody sublime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the guest<br>Of the breast<br>That thy rolling robs of rest<br>Is a patriotic spirit as a Continental dressed;<br>And he looms<br>From the glooms<br>Of a century of tombs,<br>And the blood he spilled at Lexington in living beauty blooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his eyes<br>Wear the guise<br>Of a purpose pure and wise,<br>As the love of them is lifted to a something in the skies<br>That is bright<br>Red and white,<br>With a blur of starry light,<br>As it laughs in silken ripples to the breezes day and night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are deep<br>Hushes creep<br>O'er the pulses as they leap,<br>As thy tumult, fainter growing, on the silence falls asleep,<br>While the prayer<br>Rising there<br>Wills the sea and earth and air<br>As a heritage to Freedom's sons and daughters everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, with sound<br>As profound<br>As the thunderings resound,<br>Come thy wild reverberations in a throe that shakes the ground,<br>And a cry<br>Flung on high,<br>Like the flag it flutters by,<br>Wings rapturously upward till it nestles in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the drum!<br>There is some<br>Intonation in thy grum<br>Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,<br>As we hear<br>Through the clear<br>And unclouded atmosphere,<br>Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the ear!</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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There is some
Intonation in thy grum
Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,
As we hear
Through the clear
And unclouded atmosphere,
Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the car!

There's a part
Of the art
Of thy music-thr..."></div>
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