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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hunters Of Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,<br>Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men?<br>The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,<br>As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn;<br>Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the crack of the whip,<br>And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip!<br>All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match,<br>Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch.<br>So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen,<br>Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men!<br>Gay luck to our hunters! how nobly they ride<br>In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride!<br>The priest with his cassock flung back on the wind,<br>Just screening the politic statesman behind;<br>The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayer,<br>The drunk and the sober, ride merrily there.<br>And woman, kind woman, wife, widow, and maid,<br>For the good of the hunted, is lending her aid:<br>Her foot's in the stirrup, her hand on the rein,<br>How blithely she rides to the hunting of men!<br>Oh, goodly and grand is our hunting to see,<br>In this 'land of the brave and this home of the free.'<br>Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to Maine,<br>All mounting the saddle, all grasping the rein;<br>Right merrily hunting the black man, whose sin<br>Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin!<br>Woe, now, to the hunted who turns him at bay!<br>Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and prey?<br>Will their hearts fail within them? their nerves tremble, when<br>All roughly they ride to the hunting of men?<br>Ho! alms for our hunters! all weary and faint,<br>Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint.<br>The horn is wound faintly, the echoes are still,<br>Over cane-brake and river, and forest and hill.<br>Haste, alms for our hunters! the hunted once more<br>Have turned from their flight with their backs to the shore:<br>What right have they here in the home of the white,<br>Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and Right?<br>Ho! alms for the hunters! or never again<br>Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men!<br>Alms, alms for our hunters! why will ye delay,<br>When their pride and their glory are melting away?<br>The parson has turned; for, on charge of his own,<br>Who goeth a warfare, or hunting, alone?<br>The politic statesman looks back with a sigh,<br>There is doubt in his heart, there is fear in his eye.<br>Oh, haste, lest that doubting and fear shall prevail,<br>And the head of his steed take the place of the tail.<br>Oh, haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride then,<br>For pleasure or gain, to the hunting of men?</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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Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men?
The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn;
Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the crack..."></div>
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