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And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers.

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming† God is making the American.

—Zangwill, Israel

   Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its ownmelting. A poemmay be worked overonce it isin being, but may not be worried into being.

—Frost, Robert Lee

If the United States is indeed the great melting pot, the negro either didn't get in the pot or he didn't get melted down.

—Marshall,Thurgood