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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pass Of The Sierra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ALL night above their rocky bed<br>They saw the stars march slow;<br>The wild Sierra overhead,<br>The desert's death below.<br>The Indian from his lodge of bark,<br>The gray bear from his den,<br>Beyond their camp-fire's wall of dark,<br>Glared on the mountain men.<br>Still upward turned, with anxious strain,<br>Their leader's sleepless eye,<br>Where splinters of the mountain chain<br>Stood black against the sky.<br>The night waned slow: at last, a glow,<br>A gleam of sudden fire,<br>Shot up behind the walls of snow,<br>And tipped each icy spire.<br>'Up, men!' he cried, 'yon rocky cone,<br>To-day, please God, we'll pass,<br>And look from Winter's frozen throne<br>On Summer's flowers and grass!'<br>They set their faces to the blast,<br>They trod the eternal snow,<br>And faint, worn, bleeding, hailed at last<br>The promised land below.<br>Behind, they saw the snow-cloud tossed<br>By many an icy horn;<br>Before, warm valleys, wood-embossed,<br>And green with vines and corn.<br>They left the Winter at their backs<br>To flap his baffled wing,<br>And downward, with the cataracts,<br>Leaped to the lap of Spring.<br>Strong leader of that mountain band,<br>Another task remains,<br>To break from Slavery's desert land<br>A path to Freedom's plains.<br>The winds are wild, the way is drear,<br>Yet, flashing through the night,<br>Lo! icy ridge and rocky spear<br>Blaze out in morning light!<br>Rise up, Frémont! and go before;<br>The Hour must have its Man;<br>Put on the hunting-shirt once more,<br>And lead in Freedom's van!</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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They saw the stars march slow;
The wild Sierra overhead,
The desert's death below.
The Indian from his lodge of bark,
The gray bear from his den,
Beyond their camp-fire's wall of dark,
Glared on the mountain men.
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