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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She came and stood in the Old South Church,<br>A wonder and a sign,<br>With a look the old-time sibyls wore,<br>Half-crazed and half-divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Save the mournful sackcloth about her wound,<br>Unclothed as the primal mother,<br>With limbs that trembled and eyes that blazed<br>With a fire she dare not smother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loose on her shoulders fell her hair,<br>With sprinkled ashes gray;<br>She stood in the broad aisle strange and weird<br>As a soul at the judgment day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the minister paused in his sermon's midst,<br>And the people held their breath,<br>For these were the words the maiden spoke<br>Through lips as the lips of death:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thus saith the Lord, with equal feet<br>All men my courts shall tread,<br>And priest and ruler no more shall eat<br>My people up like bread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Repent! repent! ere the Lord shall speak<br>In thunder and breaking seals<br>Let all souls worship Him in the way<br>His light within reveals.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shook the dust from her naked feet,<br>And her sackcloth closer drew,<br>And into the porch of the awe-hushed church<br>She passed like a ghost from view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They whipped her away at the tail o' the cart<br>Through half the streets of the town,<br>But the words she uttered that day nor fire<br>Could burn nor water drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the aisles of the ancient church<br>By equal feet are trod,<br>And the bell that swings in its belfry rings<br>Freedom to worship God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now whenever a wrong is done<br>It thrills the conscious walls;<br>The stone from the basement cries aloud<br>And the beam from the timber calls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are steeple-houses on every hand,<br>And pulpits that bless and ban,<br>And the Lord will not grudge the single church<br>That is set apart for man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in two commandments are all the law<br>And the prophets under the sun,<br>And the first is last and the last is first,<br>And the twain are verily one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, long as Boston shall Boston be,<br>And her bay-tides rise and fall,<br>Shall freedom stand in the Old South Church<br>And plead for the rights of all!</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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