<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Resurgite!- June, 1877</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW, for the faith that is in ye, <br>Polander, Sclav, and Kelt! <br>Prove to the world what the lips have hurled <br>The hearts have grandly felt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rouse, ye races in shackles!<br>See in the East, the glare <br>Is red in the sky, and the warning cry <br>Is sounding—'Awake! Prepare!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A voice from the spheres—a hand downreached<br>To hands that would be free, <br>To rend the gyves from the fettered lives <br>That strain toward Liberty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Circassia! the cup is flowing<br>That holdeth perennial youth:<br>Who strikes succeeds, for when manhood bleeds<br>Each dropp is a Cadmus' tooth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sclavonia! first from the sheathing<br>Thy knife to the cord that binds; <br>Thy one-tongued host shall renew the boast: <br>'The Scythians are the Winds!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greece! to the grasp of heroes,<br>Flashed with thine ancient pride, <br>Thy swords advance: in the passing chance <br>The great of heart are tried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poland! thy lance-heads brighten:<br>The Tartar has swept thy name <br>From the schoolman's chart, but the patriot's heart <br>Preserves its lines in flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ireland! mother of dolors,<br>The trial on thee descends: <br>Who quaileth in fear when the test is near, <br>His bondage never ends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oppression, that kills the craven,<br>Defied, is the freeman's good: <br>No cause can be lost forever whose cost <br>Is coined from Freedom's blood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Liberty's wine and altar<br>Are blood and human right; <br>Her weak shall be strong while the struggle with wrong<br>Is a sacrificial fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth for the people—their laws their own—<br>An equal race for all: <br>Though shattered and few who to this are true <br>Shall flourish the more they fall.</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=419034" data-title="Resurgite!- June, 1877 de John Boyle O'Reilly" data-description="NOW, for the faith that is in ye, Polander, Sclav, and Kelt! Prove to the world what the lips have hurled The hearts have grandly felt. Rouse, ye races in shackles! See in the East, the glare Is red in the sky, and the warning cry Is soundi..."></div> </div> </div>

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