<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>America</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH mother of a mighty race,<br>Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!<br>The elder dames, thy haughty peers,<br>Admire and hate thy blooming years.<br>With words of shame <br>And taunts of scorn they join thy name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For on thy cheeks the glow is spread<br>That tints thy morning hills with red;<br>Thy step—the wild deer’s rustling feet<br>Within thy woods are not more fleet; <br>Thy hopeful eye<br>Is bright as thine own sunny sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, let them rail—those haughty ones,<br>While safe thou dwellest with thy sons.<br>They do not know how loved thou art, <br>How many a fond and fearless heart<br>Would rise to throw<br>Its life between thee and the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They know not, in their hate and pride,<br>What virtues with thy children bide; <br>How true, how good, thy graceful maids<br>Make bright, like flowers, the valley shades;<br>What generous men<br>Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen;—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What cordial welcomes greet the guest <br>By thy lone rivers of the West;<br>How faith is kept, and truth revered,<br>And man is loved, and God is feared,<br>In woodland homes,<br>And where the ocean border foams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There ’s freedom at thy gates and rest<br>For Earth’s down-trodden and opprest,<br>A shelter for the hunted head,<br>For the starved laborer toil and bread.<br>Power, at thy bounds, <br>Stops and calls back his baffled hounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, fair young mother! on thy brow<br>Shall sit a nobler grace than now.<br>Deep in the brightness of the skies<br>The thronging years in glory rise, <br>And, as they fleet,<br>Drop strength and riches at thy feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine eye, with every coming hour,<br>Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower;<br>And when thy sisters, elder born, <br>Would brand thy name with words of scorn,<br>Before thine eye,<br>Upon their lips the taunt shall die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</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=537997" data-title="America de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="OH mother of a mighty race, Yet lovely in thy youthful grace! The elder dames, thy haughty peers, Admire and hate thy blooming years. With words of shame And taunts of scorn they join thy name. For on thy cheeks the glow is spread That tints thy..."></div> </div> </div>

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