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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Reformers Of England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fight<br>Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,<br>For better is your sense of right<br>Than king-craft's triple mail.<br>Than tyrant's law, or bigot's ban,<br>More mighty is your simplest word;<br>The free heart of an honest man<br>Than crosier or the sword.<br>Go, let your blinded Church rehearse<br>The lesson it has learned so well;<br>It moves not with its prayer or curse<br>The gates of heaven or hell.<br>Let the State scaffold rise again;<br>Did Freedom die when Russell died?<br>Forget ye how the blood of Vane<br>From earth's green bosom cried?<br>The great hearts of your olden time<br>Are beating with you, full and strong;<br>All holy memories and sublime<br>And glorious round ye throng.<br>The bluff, bold men of Runnymede<br>Are with ye still in times like these;<br>The shades of England's mighty dead,<br>Your cloud of witnesses!<br>The truths ye urge are borne abroad<br>By every wind and every tide;<br>The voice of Nature and of God<br>Speaks out upon your side.<br>The weapons which your hands have found<br>Are those which Heaven itself has wrought,<br>Light, Truth, and Love; your battle-ground<br>The free, broad field of Thought.<br>No partial, selfish purpose breaks<br>The simple beauty of your plan,<br>Nor lie from throne or altar shakes<br>Your steady faith in man.<br>The languid pulse of England starts<br>And bounds beneath your words of power,<br>The beating of her million hearts<br>Is with you at this hour!<br>O ye who, with undoubting eyes,<br>Through present cloud and gathering storm,<br>Behold the span of Freedom's skies,<br>And sunshine soft and warm;<br>Press bravely onward! not in vain<br>Your generous trust in human-kind;<br>The good which bloodshed could not gain<br>Your peaceful zeal shall find.<br>Press on! the triumph shall be won<br>Of common rights and equal laws,<br>The glorious dream of Harrington,<br>And Sidney's good old cause.<br>Blessing the cotter and the crown,<br>Sweetening worn Labor's bitter cup;<br>And, plucking not the highest down,<br>Lifting the lowest up.<br>Press on! and we who may not share<br>The toil or glory of your fight<br>May ask, at least, in earnest prayer,<br>God's blessing on the right!</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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Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,
For better is your sense of right
Than king-craft's triple mail.
Than tyrant's law, or bigot's ban,
More mighty is your simplest word;
The free heart of an honest man
Than cro..."></div>
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