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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Freed Islands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A FEW brief years have passed away<br>Since Britain drove her million slaves<br>Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:<br>God willed their freedom; and to-day<br>Life blooms above those island graves!<br>He spoke! across the Carib Sea,<br>We heard the clash of breaking chains,<br>And felt the heart-throb of the free,<br>The first, strong pulse of liberty<br>Which thrilled along the bondman's veins.<br>Though long delayed, and far, and slow,<br>The Briton's triumph shall be ours:<br>Wears slavery here a prouder brow<br>Than that which twelve short years ago<br>Scowled darkly from her island bowers?<br>Mighty alike for good or ill<br>With mother-land, we fully share<br>The Saxon strength, the nerve of steel,<br>The tireless energy of will,<br>The power to do, the pride to dare.<br>What she has done can we not do?<br>Our hour and men are both at hand;<br>The blast which Freedom's angel blew<br>O'er her green islands, echoes through<br>Each valley of our forest land.<br>Hear it, old Europe! we have sworn<br>The death of slavery. When it falls,<br>Look to your vassals in their turn,<br>Your poor dumb millions, crushed and worn,<br>Your prisons and your palace walls!<br>O kingly mockers! scoffing show<br>What deeds in Freedom's name we do;<br>Yet know that every taunt ye throw<br>Across the waters, goads our slow<br>Progression towards the right and true.<br>Not always shall your outraged poor,<br>Appalled by democratic crime,<br>Grind as their fathers ground before;<br>The hour which sees our prison door<br>Swing wide shall be their triumph time.<br>On then, my brothers! every blow<br>Ye deal is felt the wide earth through;<br>Whatever here uplifts the low<br>Or humbles Freedom's hateful foe,<br>Blesses the Old World through the New.<br>Take heart! The promised hour draws near;<br>I hear the downward beat of wings,<br>And Freedom's trumpet sounding clear:<br>'Joy to the people! woe and fear<br>To new-world tyrants, old-world kings!'</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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Since Britain drove her million slaves
Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:
God willed their freedom; and to-day
Life blooms above those island graves!
He spoke! across the Carib Sea,
We heard the clash of breaking ch..."></div>
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