<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grant—1885</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BLESSED are Pain, the smiter, <br>And Sorrow, the uniter! <br>For one afflicted lies— <br>A symboled sacrifice— <br>And all our rancor dies! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No North, no South! O stern-faced Chief, <br>One weeping ours, one cowled Grief—- <br>Thy Country—bowed in prayer and tear— <br>For North and South—above thy bier! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For North and South! O Soldier grim,<br>The broken ones to weep for him<br>Who broke them! He whose terrors blazed<br>In smoking harvests, cities razed;<br>Whose Fate-like glance sent fear and chill;<br>Whose wordless lips spake deathless will—<br>Till all was shattered, all was lost—<br>All hands dropped down—all War's red cost<br>Laid there in ashes—Hope and Hate<br>And Shame and Glory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Death and Fate<br>Fall back! Another touch is thine; <br>He drank not of thy poisoned wine, <br>Nor blindly met thy blind-thrown lance, <br>Nor died for sightless time or chance— <br>But waited, suffered, bowed and tried, <br>Till all the dross was purified; <br>Till every well of hate was dried; <br>And North and South in sorrow vied, <br>And then—at God's own calling—died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419000" data-title="Grant—1885 de John Boyle O'Reilly" data-description="BLESSED are Pain, the smiter, And Sorrow, the uniter! For one afflicted lies— A symboled sacrifice— And all our rancor dies! No North, no South! O stern-faced Chief, One weeping ours, one cowled Grief—- Thy Country—bowed in prayer ..."></div> </div> </div>

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