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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ritner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,<br>One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!<br>Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,<br>Erect, when the multitude bends to the storm;<br>When traitors to Freedom, and Honor, and God,<br>Are bowed at an Idol polluted with blood;<br>When the recreant North has forgotten her trust,<br>And the lip of her honor is low in the dust, —<br>Thank God, that one arm from the shackle has broken!<br>Thank God, that one man as a freeman has spoken!<br>O'er thy crags, Alleghany, a blast has been blown!<br>Down thy tide, Susquehanna, the murmur has gone!<br>To the land of the South, of the charter and chain,<br>Of Liberty sweetened with Slavery's pain;<br>Where the cant of Democracy dwells on the lips<br>Of the forgers of fetters, and wielders of whips!<br>Where 'chivalric' honor means really no more<br>Than scourging of women, and robbing the poor!<br>Where the Moloch of Slavery sitteth on high,<br>And the words which he utters, are — Worship, or die!<br>Right onward, oh, speed it! Wherever the blood<br>Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to God;<br>Wherever a slave in his fetters is pining;<br>Wherever the lash of the driver is twining;<br>Wherever from kindred, torn rudely apart,<br>Comes the sorrowful wail of the broken of heart;<br>Wherever the shackles of tyranny bind,<br>In silence and darkness, the God-given mind;<br>There, God speed it onward! its truth will be felt,<br>The bonds shall be loosened, the iron shall melt!<br>And oh, will the land where the free soul of Penn<br>Still lingers and breathes over mountain and glen;<br>Will the land where a Benezet's spirit went forth<br>To the peeled and the meted, and outcast of Earth;<br>Where the words of the Charter of Liberty first<br>From the soul of the sage and the patriot burst;<br>Where first for the wronged and the weak of their kind,<br>The Christian and statesman their efforts combined;<br>Will that land of the free and the good wear a chain?<br>Will the call to the rescue of Freedom be vain?<br>No, Ritner! her 'Friends' at thy warning shall stand<br>Erect for the truth, like their ancestral band;<br>Forgetting the feuds and the strife of past time,<br>Counting coldness injustice, and silence a crime;<br>Turning back from the cavil of creeds, to unite<br>Once again for the poor in defence of the Right;<br>Breasting calmly, but firmly, the full tide of Wrong,<br>Overwhelmed, but not borne on its surges along;<br>Unappalled by the danger, the shame, and the pain,<br>And counting each trial for Truth as their gain!<br>And that bold-hearted yeomanry, honest and true,<br>Who, haters of fraud, give to labor its due;<br>Whose fathers, of old, sang in concert with thine,<br>On the banks of Swetara, the songs of the Rhine, —<br>The German-born pilgrims, who first dared to brave<br>The scorn of the proud in the cause of the slave;<br>Will the sons of such men yield the lords of the South<br>One brow for the brand, for the padlock one mouth?<br>They cater to tyrants? They rivet the chain,<br>Which their fathers smote off, on the negro again?<br>No, never! one voice, like the sound in the cloud,<br>When the roar of the storm waxes loud and more loud,<br>Wherever the foot of the freeman hath pressed<br>From the Delaware's marge to the Lake of the West,<br>On the South-going breezes shall deepen and grow<br>Till the land it sweeps over shall tremble below!<br>The voice of a people, uprisen, awake,<br>Pennsylvania's watchword, with Freedom at stake,<br>Thrilling up from each valley, flung down from each height,<br>'Our Country and Liberty! God for the Right!'</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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