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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Disenthralled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE had bowed down to drunkenness,<br>An abject worshipper:<br>The pride of manhood's pulse had grown<br>Too faint and cold to stir;<br>And he had given his spirit up<br>To the unblessëd thrall,<br>And bowing to the poison cup,<br>He gloried in his fall!<br>There came a change —the cloud rolled off,<br>And light fell on his brain —<br>And like the passing of a dream<br>That cometh not again,<br>The shadow of the spirit fled.<br>He saw the gulf before,<br>He shuddered at the waste behind,<br>And was a man once more.<br>He shook the serpent folds away,<br>That gathered round his heart,<br>As shakes the swaying forest-oak<br>Its poison vine apart;<br>He stood erect; returning pride<br>Grew terrible within,<br>And conscience sat in judgment, on<br>His most familiar sin.<br>The light of Intellect again<br>Along his pathway shone;<br>And Reason like a monarch sat<br>Upon his olden throne.<br>The honored and the wise once more<br>Within his presence came;<br>And lingered oft on lovely lips<br>His once forbidden name.<br>There may be glory in the might,<br>That treadeth nations down;<br>Wreaths for the crimson conqueror,<br>Pride for the kingly crown;<br>But nobler is that triumph hour,<br>The disenthralled shall find,<br>When evil passion boweth down,<br>Unto the Godlike mind!</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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An abject worshipper:
The pride of manhood's pulse had grown
Too faint and cold to stir;
And he had given his spirit up
To the unblessëd thrall,
And bowing to the poison cup,
He gloried in his fall!
There came a ..."></div>
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