<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Theirs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act<br>A history stranger than his written fact,<br>Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloom<br>Of that great hour when throne and altar fell<br>With long death-groan which still is audible.<br>He, when around the walls of Paris rung<br>The Prussian bugle like the blast of doom,<br>And every ill which follows unblest war<br>Maddened all France from Finistere to Var,<br>The weight of fourscore from his shoulders flung,<br>And guided Freedom in the path he saw<br>Lead out of chaos into light and law,<br>Peace, not imperial, but republican,<br>And order pledged to all the Rights of Man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Death called him from a need as imminent<br>As that from which the Silent William went<br>When powers of evil, like the smiting seas<br>On Holland's dikes, assailed her liberties.<br>Sadly, while yet in doubtful balance hung<br>The weal and woe of France, the bells were rung<br>For her lost leader. Paralyzed of will,<br>Above his bier the hearts of men stood still.<br>Then, as if set to his dead lips, the horn<br>Of Roland wound once more to rouse and warn,<br>The old voice filled the air! His last brave word<br>Not vainly France to all her boundaries stirred.<br>Strong as in life, he still for Freedom wrought,<br>As the dead Cid at red Toloso fought.</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=420831" data-title="Theirs de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="I. Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act A history stranger than his written fact, Him who portrayed the splendor and the gloom Of that great hour when throne and altar fell With long death-groan which still is audible. He, when around the wa..."></div> </div> </div>

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