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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robinson Of Leyden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE sleeps not here; in hope and prayer<br>His wandering flock had gone before,<br>But he, the shepherd, might not share<br>Their sorrows on the wintry shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the Speedwell's anchor swung,<br>Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread,<br>While round his feet the Pilgrims clung,<br>The pastor spake, and thus he said:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Men, brethren, sisters, children dear!<br>God calls you hence from over sea;<br>Ye may not build by Haerlem Meer,<br>Nor yet along the Zuyder-Zee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye go to bear the saving word<br>To tribes unnamed and shores untrod;<br>Heed well the lessons ye have heard<br>From those old teachers taught of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet think not unto them was lent<br>All light for all the coming days,<br>And Heaven's eternal wisdom spent<br>In making straight the ancient ways;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The living fountain overflows<br>For every flock, for every lamb,<br>Nor heeds, though angry creeds oppose<br>With Luther's dike or Calvin's dam.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spake; with lingering, long embrace,<br>With tears of love and partings fond,<br>They floated down the creeping Maas,<br>Along the isle of Ysselmond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They passed the frowning towers of Briel,<br>The 'Hook of Holland's' shelf of sand,<br>And grated soon with lifting keel<br>The sullen shores of Fatherland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No home for these!--too well they knew<br>The mitred king behind the throne;--<br>The sails were set, the pennons flew,<br>And westward ho! for worlds unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these were they who gave us birth,<br>The Pilgrims of the sunset wave,<br>Who won for us this virgin earth,<br>And freedom with the soil they gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pastor slumbers by the Rhine,--<br>In alien earth the exiles lie,--<br>Their nameless graves our holiest shrine,<br>His words our noblest battle-cry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still cry them, and the world shall hear,<br>Ye dwellers by the storm-swept sea!<br>Ye _have_ not built by Haerlem Meer,<br>Nor on the land-locked Zuyder-Zee!</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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His wandering flock had gone before,
But he, the shepherd, might not share
Their sorrows on the wintry shore.

Before the Speedwell's anchor swung,
Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread,
While round his fee..."></div>
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