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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eve Of Election</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM gold to gray<br>Our mild sweet day<br>Of Indian Summer fades too soon;<br>But tenderly<br>Above the sea<br>Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon.<br>In its pale fire,<br>The village spire<br>Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance;<br>The painted walls<br>Whereon it falls<br>Transfigured stand in marble trance!<br>O'er fallen leaves<br>The west-wind grieves,<br>Yet comes a seed-time round again;<br>And morn shall see<br>The State sown free<br>With baleful tares or healthful grain.<br>Along the street<br>The shadows meet<br>Of Destiny, whose hands conceal<br>The moulds of fate<br>That shape the State,<br>And make or mar the common weal.<br>Around I see<br>The powers that be;<br>I stand by Empire's primal springs;<br>And princes meet,<br>In every street,<br>And hear the tread of uncrowned kings!<br>Hark! through the crowd<br>The laugh runs loud,<br>Beneath the sad, rebuking moon.<br>God save the land<br>A careless hand<br>May shake or swerve ere morrow's noon!<br>No jest is this;<br>One cast amiss<br>May blast the hope of Freedom's year.<br>Oh, take me where<br>Are hearts of prayer,<br>And foreheads bowed in reverent fear!<br>Not lightly fall<br>Beyond recall<br>The written scrolls a breath can float;<br>The crowning fact<br>The kingliest act<br>Of Freedom is the freeman's vote!<br>For pearls that gem<br>A diadem<br>The diver in the deep sea dies;<br>The regal right<br>We boast to-night<br>Is ours through costlier sacrifice;<br>The blood of Vane,<br>His prison pain<br>Who traced the path the Pilgrim trod,<br>And hers whose faith<br>Drew strength from death,<br>And prayed her Russell up to God!<br>Our hearts grow cold,<br>We lightly hold<br>A right which brave men died to gain;<br>The stake, the cord,<br>The axe, the sword,<br>Grim nurses at its birth of pain.<br>The shadow rend,<br>And o'er us bend,<br>O martyrs, with your crowns and palms;<br>Breathe through these throngs<br>Your battle songs,<br>Your scaffold prayers, and dungeon psalms!<br>Look from the sky,<br>Like God's great eye,<br>Thou solemn moon, with searching beam,<br>Till in the sight<br>Of thy pure light<br>Our mean self-seekings meaner seem.<br>Shame from our hearts<br>Unworthy arts,<br>The fraud designed, the purpose dark;<br>And smite away<br>The hands we lay<br>Profanely on the sacred ark.<br>To party claims<br>And private aims,<br>Reveal that august face of Truth,<br>Whereto are given<br>The age of heaven,<br>The beauty of immortal youth.<br>So shall our voice<br>Of sovereign choice<br>Swell the deep bass of duty done,<br>And strike the key<br>Of time to be,<br>When God and man shall speak as one!</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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Our mild sweet day
Of Indian Summer fades too soon;
But tenderly
Above the sea
Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon.
In its pale fire,
The village spire
Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance;
The painted walls
Whereon it fal..."></div>
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