<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I. Peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,<br> And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,<br>With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,<br> To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,<br>Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,<br> Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,<br>And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,<br> And all the little emptiness of love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,<br> Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,<br> Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;<br>Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there<br> But only agony, and that has ending;<br> And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</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=115821" data-title="I. Peace de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,/ And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,/With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,/ To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,/Glad from a world grown old and cold and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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