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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Yankee Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,<br>Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;<br>With a music as sweet as the music which seems<br>Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye,<br>Like a star glancing out from the blue of the sky!<br>And lightly and freely her dark tresses play<br>O'er a brow and a bosom as lovely as they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who comes in his pride to that low cottage door-<br>The haughty and rich to the humble and poor?<br>'Tis the great Southern planter-the master who waves<br>His whip of dominion o'er hundreds of slaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, Ellen, for shame! Let those Yankee fools spin,<br>Who would pass for our slaves with a change of their skin;<br>Let them toil as they will at the loom or the wheel<br>Too stupid for shame and too vulgar to feel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But thou art too lovely and precious a gem<br>To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them-<br>For shame, Ellen, shame!-cast thy bondage aside,<br>And away to the South, as my blessing and pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, come where no winter thy footsteps can wrong,<br>But where flowers are blossoming all the year long,<br>Where the shade of the palm-tree is over my home,<br>And the lemon and orange are white in their bloom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, come to my home, where my servants shall all<br>Depart at thy bidding and come at thy call;<br>They shall heed thee as mistress with trembling and awe,<br>And each wish of thy heart shall be felt as a law.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, could ye have seen her-that pride of our girls-<br>Arise and cast back the dark wealth of her curls,<br>With a scorn in her eye which the gazer could feel,<br>And a glance like the sunshine that flashes on steel:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go back, haughty Southron! thy treasures of gold<br>Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold!<br>Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear<br>The crack of the whip and the footsteps of fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And the sky of thy South may be brighter than ours,<br>And greener thy landscapes, and fairer thy flowers;<br>But, dearer the blast round our mountains which raves,<br>Than the sweet sunny zephyr which breathes over slaves!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Full low at thy bidding thy negroes may kneel,<br>With the iron of bondage on spirit and heel;<br>Yet know that the Yankee girl sooner would be<br>In <br>fetters<br>with <br>them<br>, than in freedom with <br>thee!<br>'</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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Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
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