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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE give thy natal day to hope,<br>O Country of our love and prayer!<br>Thy way is down no fatal slope,<br>But up to freer sun and air.<br>Tried as by furnace-fires, and yet<br>By God's grace only stronger made,<br>In future tasks before thee set<br>Thou shalt not lack the old-time aid.<br>The fathers sleep, but men remain<br>As wise, as true, and brave as they;<br>Why count the loss and not the gain?<br>The best is that we have to-day.<br>Whate'er of folly, shame, or crime,<br>Withhin thy mighty bounds transpires,<br>With speed defying space and time<br>Comes to us on the accusing wires;<br>While of thy wealth of noble deeds,<br>Thy homes of peace, thy votes unsold,<br>The love that pleads for human needs,<br>The wrong redressed, but half is told!<br>We read each felon's chronicle,<br>His acts, his words, his gallows-mood;<br>We know the single sinner well<br>And not the nine and ninety good.<br>Yet if, on daily scandals fed,<br>We seem at times to doubt thy worth,<br>We know thee still, when all is said,<br>The best and dearest spot on earth.<br>From the warm Mexic Gulf, or where<br>Belted with flowers Los Angeles<br>Basks in the semi-tropic air,<br>To where Katahdin's cedar trees<br>Are dwarfed and bent by Northern winds,<br>Thy plenty's horn is yearly filled;<br>Alone, the rounding century finds<br>Thy liberal soil by free hands tilled.<br>A refuge for the wronged and poor,<br>Thy generous heart has borne the blame<br>That, with them, through thy open door,<br>The old world's evil outcasts came.<br>But, with thy just and equal rule,<br>And labor's need and breadth of lands,<br>Free press and rostrum, church and school,<br>Thy sure, if slow, transforming hands<br>Shall mould even them to thy design,<br>Making a blessing of the ban;<br>And Freedom's chemistry combine<br>The alien elements of man.<br>The power that broke their prison bar<br>And set the dusky millions free,<br>And welded in the flame of war<br>The Union fast to Liberty,<br>Shall if not deal with other ills,<br>Redress the red man's grievance, break<br>The Circean cup which shames and kills<br>And Labor full requital make?<br>Alone to such as fitly bear<br>Thy civic honors bid them fall?<br>And call thy daughters forth to share<br>The rights and duties pledged to all?<br>Give every child his right of school,<br>Merge private greed in public good,<br>And spare a treasury overfull<br>The tax upon a poor man's food?<br>No lack was in thy primal stock,<br>No weakling founders builded here;<br>Thine were the men of Plymouth Rock,<br>The Huguenot and Cavalier;<br>And they whose firm endurance gained<br>The freedom of the souls of men,<br>Whose hands, unstained with blood, maintained<br>The swordless commonwealth of Penn.<br>And thine shall be the power of all<br>To do the work which duty bids,<br>And make the people's council hall<br>As lasting as the Pyramids!<br>Well have thy later years made good<br>Thy brave-said word a century back,<br>The pledge of human brotherhood,<br>The equal claim of white and black.<br>That word still echoes round the world,<br>And all who hear it turn to thee,<br>And read upon thy flag unfurled<br>The prophecies of destiny.<br>Thy great world-lesson all shall learn,<br>The nations in thy school shall sit,<br>Earth's farthest mountain-tops shall burn<br>With watch-fires from thy own uplit.<br>Great without seeking to be great<br>By fraud or conquest, rich in gold,<br>But richer in the large estate<br>Of virtue which thy children hold,<br>With peace that comes of purity<br>And strength to simple justice due,<br>So runs our loyal dream of thee;<br>God of our fathers! make it true.<br>O Land of lands! to thee we give<br>Our prayers, our hopes, our service free;<br>For thee thy sons shall nobly live,<br>And at thy need shall die for thee!</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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O Country of our love and prayer!
Thy way is down no fatal slope,
But up to freer sun and air.
Tried as by furnace-fires, and yet
By God's grace only stronger made,
In future tasks before thee set
Thou shalt not lack..."></div>
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