<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Arisen At Last</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I SAID I stood upon thy grave,<br>My Mother State, when last the moon<br>Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.<br>And, scattering ashes on my head,<br>I wore, undreaming of relief,<br>The sackcloth of thy shame and grief.<br>Again that moon of blossoms shines<br>On leaf and flower and folded wing,<br>And thou hast risen with the spring!<br>Once more thy strong maternal arms<br>Are round about thy children flung, —<br>A lioness that guards her young!<br>No threat is on thy closëd lips,<br>But in thine eye a power to smite<br>The mad wolf backward from its light.<br>Southward the baffled robber's track<br>Henceforth runs only; hereaway,<br>The fell lycanthrope finds no prey.<br>Henceforth, within thy sacred gates,<br>His first low howl shall downward draw<br>The thunder of thy righteous law.<br>Not mindless of thy trade and gain,<br>But, acting on the wiser plan,<br>Thou 'rt grown conservative of man.<br>So shalt thou clothe with life the hope,<br>Dream-painted on the sightless eyes<br>Of him who sang of Paradise, —<br>The vision of a Christian man,<br>In virtue, as in stature great<br>Embodied in a Christian State.<br>And thou, amidst thy sisterhood<br>Forbearing long, yet standing fast,<br>Shalt win their grateful thanks at last;<br>When North and South shall strive no more,<br>And all their feuds and fears be lost<br>In Freedom's holy Pentecost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</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=420444" data-title="Arisen At Last de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="I SAID I stood upon thy grave, My Mother State, when last the moon Of blossoms clomb the skies of June. And, scattering ashes on my head, I wore, undreaming of relief, The sackcloth of thy shame and grief. Again that moon of blossoms shines On lea..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black