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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Conductor Bradley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A railway conductor who lost his life in an accident on a Connecticut<br>railway, May 9, 1873.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name<br>Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,<br>Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sank, with the brake he grasped just where he stood<br>To do the utmost that a brave man could,<br>And die, if needful, as a true man should.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men stooped above him; women dropped their tears<br>On that poor wreck beyond all hopes or fears,<br>Lost in the strength and glory of his years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What heard they? Lo! the ghastly lips of pain,<br>Dead to all thought save duty's, moved again<br>'Put out the signals for the other train!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No nobler utterance since the world began<br>From lips of saint or martyr ever ran,<br>Electric, through the sympathies of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! how poor and noteless seem to this<br>The sick-bed dramas of self-consciousness,<br>Our sensual fears of pain and hopes of bliss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, grand, supreme endeavor! Not in vain<br>That last brave act of failing tongue and brain<br>Freighted with life the downward rushing train,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Following the wrecked one, as wave follows wave,<br>Obeyed the warning which the dead lips gave.<br>Others he saved, himself he could not save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, the lost life was saved. He is not dead<br>Who in his record still the earth shall tread<br>With God's clear aureole shining round his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We bow as in the dust, with all our pride<br>Of virtue dwarfed the noble deed beside.<br>God give us grace to live as Bradley died!</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>
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CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,

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