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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Frederick Douglass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hush is over all the teeming lists,<br>And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;<br>A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists<br>And vapors that obscure the sun of life.<br>And Ethiopia, with bosom torn,<br>Laments the passing of her noblest born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She weeps for him a mother's burning tears--<br>She loved him with a mother's deepest love<br>He was her champion thro' direful years,<br>And held her weal all other ends above.<br>When Bondage held her bleeding in the dust,<br>He raised her up and whispered, 'Hope and Trust.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her his voice, a fearless clarion, rung<br>That broke in warning on the ears of men;<br>For her the strong bow of his pow'r he strung<br>And sent his arrows to the very den<br>Where grim Oppression held his bloody place<br>And gloated o'er the mis'ries of a race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he was no soft-tongued apologist;<br>He spoke straight-forward, fearlessly uncowed;<br>The sunlight of his truth dispelled the mist<br>And set in bold relief each dark-hued cloud;<br>To sin and crime he gave their proper hue,<br>And hurled at evil what was evil's due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' good and ill report he cleaved his way<br>Right onward, with his face set toward the heights,<br>Nor feared to face the foeman's dread array--<br>The lash of scorn, the sting of petty spites.<br>He dared the lightning in the lightning's track,<br>And answered thunder with his thunder back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When men maligned him and their torrent wrath<br>In furious imprecations o'er him broke,<br>He kept his counsel as he kept his path;<br>'Twas for his race, not for himself, he spoke.<br>He knew the import of his Master's call<br>And felt himself too mighty to be small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No miser in the good he held was he--<br>His kindness followed his horizon's rim.<br>His heart, his talents and his hands were free<br>To all who truly needed aught of him.<br>Where poverty and ignorance were rife,<br>He gave his bounty as he gave his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The place and cause that first aroused his might<br>Still proved its pow'r until his latest day.<br>In Freedom's lists and for the aid of Right<br>Still in the foremost rank he waged the fray;<br>Wrong lived; His occupation was not gone.<br>He died in action with his armor on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We weep for him, but we have touched his hand,<br>And felt the magic of his presence nigh,<br>The current that he sent thro' out the land,<br>The kindling spirit of his battle-cry<br>O'er all that holds us we shall triumph yet<br>And place our banner where his hopes were set!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Douglass, thou hast passed beyond the shore,<br>But still thy voice is ringing o'er the gale!<br>Thou 'st taught thy race how high her hopes may soar<br>And bade her seek the heights, nor faint, nor fail.<br>She will not fail, she heeds thy stirring cry,<br>She knows thy guardian spirit will be nigh,<br>And rising from beneath the chast'ning rod,<br>She stretches out her bleeding hands to God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists
And vapors that obscure the sun of life.
And Ethiopia, with bosom torn,
Laments the passing of her noblest born.

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