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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Freedom In Brazil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth<br>In blue Brazilian skies;<br>And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth<br>From sunset to sunrise,<br>From the great mountains to the Atlantic waves<br>Thy joy's long anthem pour.<br>Yet a few years (God make them less!) and slaves<br>Shall shame thy pride no more,<br>No fettereel feet thy shaded margins press;<br>But all men shall walk free<br>Where thou, the high-priest of the wilderness,<br>Hast wedded sea to sea.<br>And thou, great-hearted ruler, through whose mouth<br>The word of God is said,<br>Once more, 'Let there be light!' — Son of the South,<br>Lift up thy honored head,<br>Wear unashamed a crown by thy desert<br>More than by birth thy own,<br>Careless of watch and ward; thou art begirt<br>By grateful hearts alone.<br>The moaned wall and battle-ship may fail,<br>But safe shall justice prove;<br>Stronger than greaves of brass or iron mail<br>The panoply of love.<br>Crowned doubly by man's blessing and God's grace,<br>Thy future is secure;<br>Who frees a people makes his statue's place<br>In Time's Valhalla sure.<br>Lo! from his Neva's banks the Scythian Czar<br>Stretches to thee his hand,<br>Who, with the pencil of the Northern star,<br>Wrote freedom on his land.<br>And he whose grave is holy by our calm<br>And prairied Sangamon,<br>From his gaunt hand shall drop the martyr's palm<br>To greet thee with 'Well done!'<br>And thou, O Earth, with smiles thy face make sweet,<br>And let thy wail be stilled,<br>To hear the Muse of prophecy repeat<br>Her promise half fulfilled.<br>The Voice that spake at Nazareth speaks still,<br>No sound thereof hath died;<br>Alike thy hope and Heaven's eternal will<br>Shall yet be satisfied.<br>The years are slow, the vision tarrieth long,<br>And far the end may be;<br>But, one by one, the fiends of ancient wrong<br>Go out and leave thee free.</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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In blue Brazilian skies;
And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
From sunset to sunrise,
From the great mountains to the Atlantic waves
Thy joy's long anthem pour.
Yet a few years (God make th..."></div>
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