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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old age is gentle as an autumn morn;<br>The harvest over, you will put the plough<br>Into another, stronger hand, and watch<br>The sowing you were wont to do.<br>Old age<br>Is like an alabaster room, with soft<br>White curtains. All is light, but light so mild,<br>So quiet, that it cannot hurt.<br>The pangs<br>Are hushed, for life is wild no more with strife,<br>Nor breathless uphill work, nor heavy with<br>The brewing tempests, which have torn away<br>So much, that nothing more remains to fear.<br>What once was hope, is gone. You know. You saw<br>The worst, and not a sigh is left of all<br>The heavy sighs that tore your heart, and not<br>A tear of all those tears that burnt your cheeks,<br>And ploughed the forrows into them.<br>You see<br>How others work again and weep again,<br>And hope and fear. Thy alabaster room<br>With marble floor and dainty hangings has<br>A look so still, that others wonder why<br>They feel it churchlike. All thy life is here;<br>Thy life hath built the vault and paved it, and<br>Thy hands have woven yonder curtains that<br>Surround thy seat, a shady sunshine.<br>Age<br>Is feeble not to thee, as all thy wishes<br>Are silent and demand no effort. Age<br>is kind to thee, allows thee all the rest<br>That never came, when life was hard and toilsome.<br>Receive it with a smile and clothe thyself<br>In white, in Nature's silver crown, and sing<br>A lullaby of promise and of comfort.<br>Tell them that life is precious, after work,<br>And after grief and after all the deaths,<br>And not a loathsome burden of a life.<br>Old age is like a room of alabaster,<br>The curtains silken; thou art priest and Druid!<br>No mystery for thee, but Light from heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</a><div class=q>
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