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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Summons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY ear is full of summer sounds,<br>Of summer sights my languid eye;<br>Beyond the dusty village bounds<br>I loiter in my daily rounds,<br>And in the noon-time shadows lie.<br>I hear the wild bee wind his horn,<br>The bird swings on the ripened wheat,<br>The long green lances of the corn<br>Are tilting in the winds of morn,<br>The locust shrills his song of heat.<br>Another sound my spirit hears,<br>A deeper sound that drowns them all;<br>A voice of pleading choked with tears,<br>The call of human hopes and fears,<br>The Macedonian cry to Paul!<br>The storm-bell rings, the trumpet blows;<br>I know the word and countersign;<br>Wherever Freedom's vanguard goes,<br>Where stand or fall her friends or foes,<br>I know the place that should be mine.<br>Shamed be the hands that idly fold,<br>And lips that woo the reed's accord,<br>When laggard Time the hour has tolled<br>For true with false and new with old<br>To fight the battles of the Lord!<br>O brothers! blest by partial Fate<br>With. power to match the will and deed,<br>To him your summons comes too late<br>Who sinks beneath his armor's weight,<br>And has no answer but God-speed!</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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Of summer sights my languid eye;
Beyond the dusty village bounds
I loiter in my daily rounds,
And in the noon-time shadows lie.
I hear the wild bee wind his horn,
The bird swings on the ripened wheat,
The long gree..."></div>
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