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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472381" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DECEMBER 9, 1871</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!<br>The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--<br>It springs to the lips that are waiting to part,<br>For its syllables spell themselves first in the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its accents may vary, its sound may be strange,<br>But it bears a kind message that nothing can change;<br>The dwellers by Neva its meaning can tell,<br>For the smile, its interpreter, shows it full well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That word! How it gladdened the Pilgrim yore,<br>As he stood in the snow on the desolate shore!<br>When the shout of the sagamore startled his ear<br>In the phrase of the Saxon, 't was music to hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, little could Samoset offer our sire,--<br>The cabin, the corn-cake, the seat by the fire;<br>He had nothing to give,--the poor lord of the land,--<br>But he gave him a WELCOME,--his heart in his hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tribe of the sachem has melted away,<br>But the word that he spoke is remembered to-day,<br>And the page that is red with the record of shame<br>The tear-drops have whitened round Samoset's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The word that he spoke to the Pilgrim of old<br>May sound like a tale that has often been told;<br>But the welcome we speak is as fresh as the dew,--<br>As the kiss of a lover, that always is new!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, Guest of the Nation! each roof is thine own<br>Through all the broad continent's star-bannered zone;<br>From the shore where the curtain of morn is uprolled,<br>To the billows that flow through the gateway of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow-crested mountains are calling aloud;<br>Nevada to Ural speaks out of the cloud,<br>And Shasta shouts forth, from his throne in the sky,<br>To the storm-splintered summits, the peaks of Altai!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You must leave him, they say, till the summer is green!<br>Both shores are his home, though the waves roll between;<br>And then we'll return him, with thanks for the same,<br>As fresh and as smiling and tall as he came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ours is the region of arctic delight;<br>We can show him auroras and pole-stars by night;<br>There's a Muscovy sting in the ice-tempered air,<br>And our firesides are warm and our maidens are fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers are full-blown in the garlanded hall,--<br>They will bloom round his footsteps wherever they fall;<br>For the splendors of youth and the sunshine they bring<br>Make the roses believe 't is the summons of Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One word of our language he needs must know well,<br>But another remains that is harder to spell;<br>We shall speak it so ill, if he wishes to learn<br>How we utter Farewell, he will have to return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!
The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--
It springs to the lips that are waiting to part,
For its syllables spell themselves first in the heart.

Its accents may vary, its sou..."></div>
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