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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Relic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TOKEN Of friendship true and tried,<br>From one whose fiery heart of youth<br>With mine has beaten, side by side,<br>For Liberty and Truth;<br>With honest pride the gift I take,<br>And prize it for the giver's sake.<br>But not alone because it tells<br>Of generous hand and heart sincere;<br>Around that gift of friendship dwells<br>A memory doubly dear;<br>Earth's noblest aim, man's holiest thought,<br>With that memorial frail inwrought!<br>Pure thoughts and sweet like flowers unfold,<br>And precious memories round it cling,<br>Even as the Prophet's rod of old<br>In beauty blossoming:<br>And buds of feeling, pure and good,<br>Spring from its cold unconscious wood.<br>Relic of Freedom's shrine! a brand<br>Plucked from its burning! let it be<br>Dear as a jewel from the hand<br>Of a lost friend to me!<br>Flower of a perished garland left,<br>Of life and beauty unbereft!<br>Oh, if the young enthusiast bears,<br>O'er weary waste and sea, the stone<br>Which crumbled from the Forum's stairs,<br>Or round the Parthenon;<br>Or olive-bough from some wild tree<br>Hung over old Thermopylæ:<br>If leaflets from some hero's tomb,<br>Or moss-wreath torn from ruins hoary;<br>Or faded flowers whose sisters bloom<br>On fields renowned in story;<br>Or fragment from the Alhambra's crest,<br>Or the gray rock by Druids blessed;<br>Sad Erin's shamrock greenly growing<br>Where Freedom led her stalwart kern,<br>Or Scotia's 'rough bur thistle' blowing<br>On Bruce's Bannockburn;<br>Or Runnymede's wild English rose,<br>Or lichen plucked from Sempach's snows!<br>If it be true that things like these<br>To heart and eye bright visions bring,<br>Shall not far holier memories<br>To this memorial cling?<br>Which needs no mellowing mist of time<br>To hide the crimson stains of crime!<br>Wreck of a temple, unprofaned;<br>Of courts where Peace with Freedom trod,<br>Lifting on high, with hands unstained,<br>Thanksgiving unto God;<br>Where Mercy's voice of love was pleading<br>For human hearts in bondage bleeding!<br>Where, midst the sound of rushing feet<br>And curses on the night-air flung,<br>That pleading voice rose calm and sweet<br>From woman's earnest tongue;<br>And Riot turned his scowling glance,<br>Awed, from her tranquil countenance!<br>That temple now in ruin lies!<br>The fire-stain on its shattered wall,<br>And open to the changing skies<br>Its black and roofless hall,<br>It stands before a nation's sight<br>A gravestone over buried Right!<br>But from that ruin, as of old,<br>The fire-scorched stones themselves are crying,<br>And from their ashes white and cold<br>Its timbers are replying!<br>A voice which slavery cannot kill<br>Speaks from the crumbling arches still!<br>And even this relic from thy shrine,<br>O holy Freedom! hath to me<br>A potent power, a voice and sign<br>To testify of thee;<br>And, grasping it, methinks I feel<br>A deeper faith, a stronger zeal.<br>And not unlike that mystic rod,<br>Of old stretched o'er the Egyptian wave,<br>Which opened, in the strength of God,<br>A pathway for the slave,<br>It yet may point the bondman's way,<br>And turn the spoiler from his prey.</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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From one whose fiery heart of youth
With mine has beaten, side by side,
For Liberty and Truth;
With honest pride the gift I take,
And prize it for the giver's sake.
But not alone because it tells
Of generous han..."></div>
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