<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Port Royal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tent-lights glimmer on the land, <br>The ship-lights on the sea; <br>The night-wind smooths with drifting sand <br>Our track on lone Tybee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last our grating keels outslide, <br>Our good boats forward swing; <br>And while we ride the land-locked tide, <br>Our negroes row and sing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For dear the bondman holds his gifts <br>Of music and of song: <br>The gold that kindly Nature sifts <br>Among his sands of wrong; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The power to make his toiling days <br>And poor home-comforts please; <br>The quaint relief of mirth that plays <br>With sorrow's minor keys. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another glow than sunset's fire <br>Has filled the West with light, <br>Where field and garner, barn and byre, <br>Are blazing through the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land is wild with fear and hate, <br>The rout runs mad and fast; <br>From hand to hand, from gate to gate, <br>The flaming brand is passed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lurid glow falls strong across <br>Dark faces broad with smiles; <br>Not theirs the terror, hate, and loss <br>That fire yon blazing piles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With oar-strokes timing to their song, <br>They weave in simple lays <br>The pathos of remembered wrong, <br>The hope of better days,— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The triumph-note that Miriam sung, <br>The joy of uncaged birds: <br>Softening with Afric's mellow tongue <br>Their broken Saxon words.</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=420449" data-title="At Port Royal de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="The tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea; The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee. At last our grating keels outslide, Our good boats forward swing; And while we ride the land-locked tide, O..."></div> </div> </div>

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