<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Ethiopia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Mother Race! to thee I bring<br>This pledge of faith unwavering,<br>This tribute to thy glory.<br>I know the pangs which thou didst feel,<br>When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,<br>With thy dear blood all gory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad days were those-ah, sad indeed!<br>But through the land the fruitful seed<br>Of better times was growing.<br>The plant of freedom upward sprung,<br>And spread its leaves so fresh and young-<br>Its blossoms now are blowing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On every hand in this fair land,<br>Proud Ethiope's swarthy children stand<br>Beside their fairer neighbor;<br>The forests flee before their stroke,<br>Their hammers ring, their forges smoke,-<br>They stir in honest labour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tread the fields where honour calls;<br>Their voices sound through senate halls<br>In majesty and power.<br>To right they cling; the hymns they sing<br>Up to the skies in beauty ring,<br>And bolder grow each hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be proud, my Race, in mind and soul;<br>Thy name is writ on Glory's scroll<br>In characters of fire.<br>High 'mid the clouds of Fame's bright sky<br>Thy banner's blazoned folds now fly,<br>And truth shall lift them higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast the right to noble pride,<br>Whose spotless robes were purified<br>By blood's severe baptism.<br>Upon thy brow the cross was laid,<br>And labour's painful sweat-beads made<br>A consecrating chrism.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other race, or white or black,<br>When bound as thou wert, to the rack,<br>So seldom stooped to grieving;<br>No other race, when free again,<br>Forgot the past and proved them men<br>So noble in forgiving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go on and up! Our souls and eyes<br>Shall follow thy continuous rise;<br>Our ears shall list thy story<br>From bards who from thy root shall spring,<br>And proudly tune their lyres to sing<br>Of Ethiopia's glory.</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> <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=477766" data-title="Ode to Ethiopia de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="O Mother Race! to thee I bring This pledge of faith unwavering, This tribute to thy glory. I know the pangs which thou didst feel, When Slavery crushed thee with its heel, With thy dear blood all gory. Sad days were those-ah, sad indeed! But thro..."></div> </div> </div>

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