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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sentinel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each flower is a sentinel of God,<br>And ev'ry tree and ev'ry grassblade. Not<br>An unseen little stem, but that will stand<br>And wait and shine, and never ask wherefore<br>It came and why it has to whither. Thou<br>Art such a sentinel, O Heart! Thou hast<br>To stand and bloom and love beside the others,<br>And wither when thy work is done, the spot<br>Being given to another, whereupon<br>Thou standest. And that other heart is growing<br>And blooming into life beneath thy shade,<br>As strong as thine, as ruby-red as thine,<br>To wither and to fall beneath the scythe,<br>As thine has done. Why ask and why despair?<br>Why not be happy with the sun, the dew,<br>The other flowery hearts that, full of life<br>Unfold their petals, which are deep like thine,<br>And rich as thine? Ye are to be a glorious<br>And many-coloured meadow. Is it not<br>Enough? And must ye grumble? Must ye strive<br>To take away the light and dew, that fall<br>Not to your share? Behold the scythe! And sow<br>Thy seed and ask not where it falls. The wind<br>Of fate has carried it away, to place<br>Another sentinel, as unknown, as<br>Unsought for as thyself, in a far land,<br>To live when thou art gone, to bloom into<br>Some unexpected beauty with thy strength,<br>Thy blood, the thoughts that were companions once<br>To thee and that the wind hath blown so far<br>Away. Thou shalt not say unto thy seed:<br>"Fly thither!" It obeyeth not thy will.<br>Thou shalt not long to be another plant;<br>Thy tragedy is useless, and thy will<br>Is nought. With all thy strength thou art but what<br>Is wanted--tree or grassblade--never ask<br>Wherefore? Here is no answer. Fate itself<br>Knows not wherefore it blows, or tells thee not,<br>But takes thy noblest self to other climes<br>And leaves thee to the scythe. Complain not! Mourn not!<br>Long not to live another day, when thou<br>Art called, but bow thy head without a sigh,<br>In gentle acquiescence, sentinel!</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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