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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fitz-Greene Halleck</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among their graven shapes to whom<br>Thy civic wreaths belong,<br>O city of his love, make room<br>For one whose gift was song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not his the soldier's sword to wield,<br>Nor his the helm of state,<br>Nor glory of the stricken field,<br>Nor triumph of debate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In common ways, with common men,<br>He served his race and time<br>As well as if his clerkly pen<br>Had never danced to rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, in the thronged and noisy mart,<br>The Muses found their son,<br>Could any say his tuneful art<br>A duty left undone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He toiled and sang; and year by year<br>Men found their homes more sweet,<br>And through a tenderer atmosphere<br>Looked down the brick-walled street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Greek's wild onset gall Street knew;<br>The Red King walked Broadway;<br>And Alnwick Castle's roses blew<br>From Palisades to Bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair City by the Sea! upraise<br>His veil with reverent hands;<br>And mingle with thy own the praise<br>And pride of other lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Greece his fiery lyric breathe<br>Above her hero-urns;<br>And Scotland, with her holly, wreathe<br>The flower he culled for Burns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, stately stand thy palace walls,<br>Thy tall ships ride the seas;<br>To-day thy poet's name recalls<br>A prouder thought than these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not less thy pulse of trade shall beat,<br>Nor less thy tall fleets swim,<br>That shaded square and dusty street<br>Are classic ground through him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alive, he loved, like all who sing,<br>The echoes of his song;<br>Too late the tardy meed we bring,<br>The praise delayed so long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late, alas! Of all who knew<br>The living man, to-day<br>Before his unveiled face, how few<br>Make bare their locks of gray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our lips of praise must soon be dumb,<br>Our grateful eyes be dim;<br>O brothers of the days to come,<br>Take tender charge of him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New hands the wires of song may sweep,<br>New voices challenge fame;<br>But let no moss of years o'ercreep<br>The lines of Halleck's name.</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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Among their graven shapes to whom
Thy civic wreaths belong,
O city of his love, make room
For one whose gift was song.

Not his the soldier's sword to wield,
Nor his the helm of state,
Nor glory of the stricken fie..."></div>
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