<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Patriot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The patriot from his walls of brass<br>Is singing loudly as I pass;<br>With fearless heart and open eyes,<br>He shouts the ancient battle cries;<br>And, where I pause to hear him sing,<br>A silent crowd is listening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country, God bestows by thee<br>The glory of the world to be<br>The glory thou alone canst give<br>To last amid things fugitive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country, an ideal form<br>I see thee splendid in the storm,<br>Directress of the power divine<br>That makes the expectant future thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country, all the world shall bow<br>Before thy peace-conceiving brow,<br>And all the peoples humbly stand<br>Submissive to thy blessing hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country, yea, the foes who raise<br>A tyrant flag shall learn to praise<br>Thy steadfast love that dares to fight<br>The horde of Satan for the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My country, loveliest, strongest, best,<br>Thou hast a mission to the rest,<br>And greater wealth and love shall be<br>The guerdon of thy ministry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In every land I hear him sing;<br>In every land I see him fling<br>His country’s flag against the skies<br>And gaze aloft with dazzled eyes;<br>And then his loud applause rings round<br>His walls of brass with brazen sound;<br>And deep below his cheering loud<br>I mark the murmur of the crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Le+Gay+Brereton">John Le Gay Brereton</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=421303" data-title="The Patriot de John Le Gay Brereton" data-description="The patriot from his walls of brass Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient battle cries; And, where I pause to hear him sing, A silent crowd is listening. My country, God bestows by thee The glory of..."></div> </div> </div>

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