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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boston</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rocky nook with hilltops three <br>Looked eastward from the farms, <br>And twice each day the flowing sea <br>Took Boston in its arms; <br>The men of yore were stout and poor, <br>And sailed for bread to every shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And where they went on trade intent <br>They did what freeman can, <br>Their dauntless ways did all men praise, <br>The merchant was a man. <br>The world was made for honest trade,- <br>To plant and eat be none afraid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The waves that rocked them on the deep <br>To them their secret told; <br>Said the winds that sung the lads to sleep, <br>'Like us be free and bold!' <br>The honest waves refuse to slaves <br>The empire of the ocean caves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Old Europe groans with palaces, <br>Has lords enough and more;- <br>We plant and build by foaming seas <br>A city of the poor;- <br>For day by day could Boston Bay <br>Their honest labor overpay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We grant no dukedoms to the few, <br>We hold like rights and shall;- <br>Equal on Sunday in the pew, <br>On Monday in the mall. <br>For what avail the plough or sail, <br>Or land or life, if freedom fail? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The noble craftsmen we promote, <br>Disown the knave and fool; <br>Each honest man shall have his vote, <br>Each child shall have his school. <br>A union then of honest men, <br>Or union nevermore again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The wild rose and the barberry thorn <br>Hung out their summer pride <br>Where now on heated pavements worn <br>The feet of millions stride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fair rose the planted hills behind <br>The good town on the bay, <br>And where the western hills declined <br>The prairie stretched away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What care though rival cities soar <br>Along the stormy coast: <br>Penn's town, New York, and Baltimore, <br>If Boston knew the most! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They laughed to know the world so wide; <br>The mountains said: 'Good-day! <br>We greet you well, you Saxon men, <br>Up with your towns and stay!' <br>The world was made for honest trade,- <br>To plant and eat be none afraid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'For you,' they said, 'no barriers be, <br>For you no sluggard rest; <br>Each street leads downward to the sea, <br>Or landward to the West.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O happy town beside the sea, <br>Whose roads lead everywhere to all; <br>Than thine no deeper moat can be, <br>No stouter fence, no steeper wall! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bad news from George on the English throne: <br>'You are thriving well,' said he; <br>'Now by these presents be it known, <br>You shall pay us a tax on tea; <br>'Tis very small,-no load at all,- <br>Honor enough that we send the call.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Not so,' said Boston, 'good my lord, <br>We pay your governors here <br>Abundant for their bed and board, <br>Six thousand pounds a year. <br>(Your highness knows our homely word,) <br>Millions for self-government, <br>But for tribute never a cent.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The cargo came! and who could blame <br>If Indians seized the tea, <br>And, chest by chest, let down the same <br>Into the laughing sea? <br>For what avail the plough or sail <br>Or land or life, if freedom fail? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The townsmen braved the English king, <br>Found friendship in the French, <br>And Honor joined the patriot ring <br>Low on their wooden bench. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O bounteous seas that never fail! <br>O day remembered yet! <br>O happy port that spied the sail <br>Which wafted Lafayette! <br>Pole-star of light in Europe's night, <br>That never faltered from the right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Kings shook with fear, old empires crave <br>The secret force to find <br>Which fired the little State to save <br>The rights of all mankind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But right is might through all the world; <br>Province to province faithful clung, <br>Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled, <br>Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sea returning day by day <br>Restores the world-wide mart; <br>So let each dweller on the Bay <br>Fold Boston in his heart, <br>Till these echoes be choked with snows, <br>Or over the town blue ocean flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a><div class=q>
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The rocky nook with hilltops three 
Looked eastward from the farms, 
And twice each day the flowing sea 
Took Boston in its arms; 
The men of yore were stout and poor, 
And sailed for bread to every shore. 


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