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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Three Guides</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of earth! thy hand is chill.<br>I've felt its icy clasp;<br>And shuddering I remember still<br>That stony-hearted grasp.<br>Thine eye bids love and joy depart,<br>O turn its gaze from me!<br>It presses down my sinking heart;<br>I will not walk with thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wisdom is mine,' I've heard thee say,<br>'Beneath my searching eye,<br>All mist and darkness melt away,<br>Phantoms and fables fly.<br>Before me, truth can stand alone,<br>The naked, solid truth:<br>And man matured my worth will own,<br>If I am shunned by youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Firm is my tread, and sure, though slow:<br>My footsteps never slide:<br>And he that follows me shall know<br>I am the surest guide.'<br>Thy boast is vain: but were it true<br>That thou couldst safely steer<br>Life's rough and devious pathway through<br>Such guidance I should fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could I bear to walk for aye,<br>With eyes to earthward prone,<br>O'er trampled weeds, and miry clay,<br>And sand, and flinty stone.<br>Never the glorious view to greet<br>Of hill and dale and sky,<br>To see that Nature's charms are sweet<br>Or feel that Heaven is nigh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, in my heart arose a spring<br>A gush of thought divine,<br>At once stagnation thou wouldst bring<br>With that cold touch of thine!<br>If glancing up, I sought to snatch<br>But one glimpse of the sky,<br>My baffled gaze would only catch<br>Thy heartless, cold grey eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, to the breezes wandering near,<br>I listened eagerly,<br>And deemed an angel's tongue to hear<br>That whispered hope to me,<br>That heavenly music would be drowned<br>In thy harsh, droning voice,<br>Nor inward thought, nor sight, nor sound<br>Might my sad soul rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dull is thine ear; unheard by thee<br>The still small voice of Heaven.<br>Thine eyes are dim, and cannot see<br>The helps that God has given.<br>There is a bridge, o'er every flood,<br>Which thou canst not perceive,<br>A path, through every tangled wood;<br>But thou will not believe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Striving to make thy way by force,<br>Toil-spent and bramble torn,<br>Thou'lt fell the tree that stops thy course,<br>And burst through briar and thorn;<br>And pausing by the river's side,<br>Poor reasoner, thou wilt deem,<br>By casting pebbles in its tide<br>To cross the swelling stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right through the flinty rock thou'lt try<br>Thy toilsome way to bore,<br>Regardless of the pathway nigh<br>That would conduct thee o'er.<br>Not only are thou, then, unkind,<br>And freezing cold to me,<br>But unbelieving, deaf, and blind<br>I will not walk with thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Pride! thy wings are strong;<br>Thine eyes like lightning shine;<br>Ecstatic joys to thee belong<br>And powers almost divine.<br>But 'tis a false destructive blaze,<br>Within those eyes I see,<br>Turn hence their fascinating gaze<br>I will not follow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Coward and fool!' thou mayst reply;<br>'Walk on the common sod;<br>Go trace, with timid foot and eye,<br>The steps by others trod.<br>'Tis best the beaten path to keep,<br>The ancient faith to hold,<br>To pasture with thy fellow sheep,<br>And lie within the fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cling to the earth, poor grovelling worm,<br>'Tis not for thee to soar<br>Against the fury of the storm,<br>Amid the thunder's roar.<br>There's glory in that daring strife<br>Unknown, undreamt by thee;<br>There's speechless rapture in the life<br>Of those who follow me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes; I have seen thy votaries oft,<br>Upheld by thee their guide,<br>In strength and courage mount aloft<br>The steepy mountain-side;<br>I've seen them stand against the sky,<br>And gazing from below<br>Beheld thy lightning in their eye,<br>Thy triumph on their brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! I have felt what glory then<br>What transport must be theirs'<br>So far above their fellow men,<br>Above their toils and cares,<br>Inhaling nature's purest breath,<br>Her riches round them spread,<br>The wide expanse of earth beneath,<br>Heaven's glories overhead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But - I have seen them downwards dashed,<br>Down to a bloody grave;<br>And still thy ruthless eye has flashed,<br>Thy strong hand did not save!<br>I've seen some o'er the mountain's brow<br>Sustained a while by thee,<br>O'er rocks of ice and hills of snow<br>Bound fearless, wild, and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bold and exultant was their mien<br>While thou didst cheer them on;<br>But evening fell - and then, I ween,<br>Their faithless guide was gone.<br>Alas! how fared thy favourites then<br>Lone, helpless, weary, cold<br>Did ever wanderer find again<br>The path he left of old?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is their glory, where the pride<br>That swelled their hearts before;<br>Where now the courage that defied<br>The mightiest tempest's roar?<br>What shall they do when night grows black,<br>When angry storms arise?<br>Who now will lead them to the track<br>Thou taught'st them to despise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Pride! it needs not this<br>To make me shun thy wiles,<br>Renounce thy triumph and thy bliss,<br>Thy honours and thy smiles.<br>Bright as thou art, and bold, and strong,<br>That fierce glance wins not me,<br>And I abhor thy scoffing tongue<br>I will not walk with thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Faith! be thou my guide,<br>O, clasp my hand in thine,<br>And let me never quit thy side:<br>Thy comforts are divine!<br>Earth calls thee 'blind misguided one',<br>But who can show like thee<br>Past things that have been seen and done,<br>And things that are to be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Secrets concealed from Nature's ken,<br>Who like thee can declare;<br>Or who like thee to erring men<br>God's holy will can bear?<br>Pride scorns thee for thy lowly mien;<br>But who like thee can rise<br>Above this restless, clouded scene,<br>Beyond the holy skies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meek is thine eye and soft thy voice<br>But wondrous is thy might<br>To make the wretched soul rejoice,<br>To give the simple light.<br>And still to all that seek thy way,<br>Such magic power is given<br>E'en while their footsteps press the clay<br>Their souls ascend to heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Danger surrounds them, pain and woe<br>Their portion here must be;<br>But only they that trust thee know<br>What comfort dwells with thee,<br>Strength to sustain their drooping powers<br>And vigour to defend.<br>Thou pole-star of my darkest hours,<br>Affliction's firmest friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day does not always mark our way;<br>Night's terrors oft appal,<br>But lead me, and I cannot stray;<br>Hold me: I shall not fall;<br>Sustain me, I shall never faint,<br>How rough soe'er may be<br>My upward road, - nor moan nor plaint<br>Shall mar my trust in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Narrow the path by which we go;<br>And oft it turns aside,<br>From pleasant meads where roses blow<br>And murmuring waters glide;<br>Where flowery turf lies green and soft,<br>And gentle gales are sweet,<br>To where dark mountains frown aloft,<br>Hard rocks distress the feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deserts beyond lie bleak and bare,<br>And keen winds round us blow;<br>But if thy hand conducts me there,<br>The way is right, I know.<br>I have no wish to turn away:<br>My spirit does not quail.<br>How can it while I hear thee say,<br>'Press forward - and prevail.'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even above the tempest's swell,<br>I hear thy voice of love.<br>Of hope and peace I hear thee tell,<br>And that blest home above.<br>Through pain and death, I can rejoice,<br>If but thy strength be mine.<br>Earth hath no music like thy voice;<br>Life owns no joy like thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Faith! I'll go with thee:<br>Thou, if I hold thee fast,<br>Wilt guide, defend, and strengthen me,<br>And bring me home at last.<br>By thy help, all things I can do;<br>In thy strength all things bear.<br>Teach me, for thou art just and true,<br>Smile on me, - thou art fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q>
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