<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHERE, girt around by savage foes,<br>Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,<br>Behold, the lofty temple stands,<br>Reared by her children's grateful hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Firm are the pillars that defy<br>The volleyed thunders of the sky;<br>Sweet are the summer wreaths that twine<br>With bud and flower our martyrs' shrine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hues their tattered colors bore<br>Fall mingling on the sunlit floor<br>Till evening spreads her spangled pall,<br>And wraps in shade the storied hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Firm were their hearts in danger's hour,<br>Sweet was their manhood's morning flower,<br>Their hopes with rainbow hues were bright,--<br>How swiftly winged the sudden night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Mother! on thy marble page<br>Thy children read, from age to age,<br>The mighty word that upward leads<br>Through noble thought to nobler deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRUTH, heaven-born TRUTH, their fearless guide,<br>Thy saints have lived, thy heroes died;<br>Our love has reared their earthly shrine,<br>Their glory be forever thine!</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> <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=472445" data-title="Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874 de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="WHERE, girt around by savage foes, Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose, Behold, the lofty temple stands, Reared by her children's grateful hands! Firm are the pillars that defy The volleyed thunders of the sky; Sweet are the summer wreaths that t..."></div> </div> </div>

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