<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master-Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,<br>Which yet shall dew with crimson dew<br>The green coasts of our continent,<br>I know not where to look for you!<br>I know when doom shall mass about<br>Our shores, and strike their music dumb,<br>A something in your blood shall shout:<br>'The hour is mine! Behold, I come!'<br>For, if one truth since time began<br>O'ertowers all other truths, it is:<br>There ever comes the Master-Man<br>To make the epic moment his.<br>In reeling ranks and riven steel,<br>On red-drenched fields and seas of blood,<br>The bruised and broken foe shall feel<br>A valour not to be withstood;<br>The crisis shall not lack its lord,<br>The noon its sun, the night its star;<br>Beneath your high, directing sword<br>The triumph-tide shall surge afar.<br>Till God make plain your path, and fill<br>Your soul with martial ecstasy,<br>Perchance you toil in mart or mill,<br>Unconscious of your destiny.<br>Perchance you wait the breathing hour<br>Unborn — undrawn from distant spheres —<br>For, though the clouds of menace lower,<br>They may not break for years and years.<br>Yet, be it soon or be it late,<br>Or be it when this voice is mute,<br>O guardian of our golden State,<br>The foe shall find you resolute.<br>O Captain of the Great Event,<br>Which yet shall dew with crimson dew<br>The green coasts of our continent,<br>A victor's laurels wait for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</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=509178" data-title="The Master-Man de Roderic Quinn" data-description="O CAPTAIN of the Great Event, Which yet shall dew with crimson dew The green coasts of our continent, I know not where to look for you! I know when doom shall mass about Our shores, and strike their music dumb, A something in your blood shall shou..."></div> </div> </div>

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