<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Statesman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night,<br>While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone,<br>Meet the walled blackness of the heaven alone,<br>So, on the turbulent waves of party tossed,<br>In gloom and tempest, men have seen thy light<br>Quenched in the darkness. At thy hour of noon,<br>While life was pleasant to thy undimmed sight,<br>And, day by day, within thy spirit grew<br>A holier hope than young Ambition knew,<br>As through thy rural quiet, not in vain,<br>Pierced the sharp thrill of Freedom's cry of pain,<br>Man of the millions, thou art lost too soon!<br>Portents at which the bravest stand aghast, —<br>The birth-throes of a Future, strange and vast,<br>Alarm the land; yet thou, so wise and strong,<br>Suddenly summoned to the burial bed,<br>Lapped in its slumbers deep and ever long,<br>Hear'st not the tumult surging overhead.<br>Who now shall rally Freedom's scattering host?<br>Who wear the mantle of the leader lost?<br>Who stay the march of slavery? He whose voice<br>Hath called thee from thy task-field shall not lack<br>Yet bolder champions, to beat bravely back<br>The wrong which, through his poor ones, reaches Him:<br>Yet firmer hands shall Freedom's torchlights trim,<br>And wave them high across the abysmal black,<br>Till bound, dumb millions there shall see them and rejoice.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420734" data-title="The Lost Statesman de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="AS they who, tossing midst the storm at night, While turning shoreward, where a beacon shone, Meet the walled blackness of the heaven alone, So, on the turbulent waves of party tossed, In gloom and tempest, men have seen thy light Quenched in the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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