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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boston Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The word of the Lord by night<br>To the watching Pilgrims came,<br>As they sat by the seaside,<br>And filled their hearts with flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God said, I am tired of kings,<br>I suffer them no more;<br>Up to my ear the morning brings<br>The outrage of the poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think ye I made this ball<br>A field of havoc and war,<br>Where tyrants great and tyrants small<br>Might harry the weak and poor?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My angel, his name is Freedom,--<br>Choose him to be your king;<br>He shall cut pathways east and west,<br>And fend you with his wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! I uncover the land<br>Which I hid of old time in the West,<br>As the sculptor uncovers the statue<br>When he has wrought his best;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I show Columbia, of the rocks<br>Which dip their foot in the seas,<br>And soar to the air-borne flocks<br>Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will divide my goods;<br>Call in the wretch and slave:<br>None shall rule but the humble,<br>And none but Toil shall have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will have never a noble,<br>No lineage counted great;<br>Fishers and choppers and ploughmen<br>Shall constitute a state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, cut down trees in the forest,<br>And trim the straightest boughs;<br>Cut down the trees in the forest,<br>And build me a wooden house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call the people together,<br>The young men and the sires,<br>The digger in the harvest field,<br>Hireling, and him that hires;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here in a pine state-house<br>They shall choose men to rule<br>In every needful faculty,<br>In church, and state, and school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, now! if these poor men<br>Can govern the land and sea,<br>And make just laws below the sun,<br>As planets faithful be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye shall succour men;<br>'T is nobleness to serve;<br>Help them who cannot help again:<br>Beware from right to swerve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I break your bonds and masterships,<br>And I unchain the slave:<br>Free be his heart and hand henceforth<br>As wind and wandering wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cause from every creature<br>His proper good to flow:<br>As much as he is and doeth,<br>So much he shall bestow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But laying hands on another<br>To coin his labour and sweat,<br>He goes in pawn to his victim<br>For eternal years in debt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day unbind the captive,<br>So only are ye unbound;<br>Lift up a people from the dust,<br>Trump of their rescue, sound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pay ransom to the owner,<br>And fill the bag to the brim.<br>Who is the owner? The slave is owner,<br>And ever was. Pay him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O North! give him beauty for rags,<br>And honour, O South! for his shame;<br>Nevada! coin thy golden crags<br>With Freedom's image and name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up! and the dusky race<br>That sat in darkness long,--<br>Be swift their feet as antelopes,<br>And as behemoth strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, East and West and North,<br>By races, as snow-flakes,<br>And carry my purpose forth,<br>Which neither halts nor shakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My will fulfilled shall be,<br>For, in daylight or in dark,<br>My thunderbolt has eyes to see<br>His way home to the mark.</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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To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.

God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.

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