<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To John C. Freemont</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THY error, Frémont, simply was to act<br>A brave man's part, without the statesman's tact,<br>And, taking counsel but of common sense,<br>To strike at cause as well as consequence.<br>Oh, never yet since Roland wound his horn<br>At Roncesvalles, has a blast been blown<br>Far-heard, wide-echoed, startling as thine own,<br>Heard from the van of freedom's hope forlorn!<br>It had been safer, doubtless, for the time,<br>To flatter treason, and avoid offence<br>To that Dark Power whose underlying crime<br>Heaves upward its perpetual turbulence.<br>But if thine be the fate of all who break<br>The ground for truth's seed, or forerun their years<br>Till lost in distance, or with stout hearts make<br>A lane for freedom through the level spears,<br>Still take thou courage! God has spoken through thee,<br>Irrevocable, the mighty words, Be free!<br>The land shakes with them, and the slave's dull ear<br>Turns from the rice-swamp stealthily to hear.<br>Who would recall them now must first arrest<br>The winds that blow down from the free Northwest,<br>Ruffling the Gulf; or like a scroll roll back<br>The Mississippi to its upper springs.<br>Such words fulfil their prophecy, and lack<br>But the full time to harden into things.</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=420850" data-title="To John C. Freemont de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="THY error, Frémont, simply was to act A brave man's part, without the statesman's tact, And, taking counsel but of common sense, To strike at cause as well as consequence. Oh, never yet since Roland wound his horn At Roncesvalles, has a blast bee..."></div> </div> </div>

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