<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sunset Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! I have not forgotten yet the gentle sunset hour,<br>That comes with such a soothing touch, to shut the brightleaved flower;<br>Nor have I yet forgotten those, who shared its light with me,<br>Amidst a scene I fondly love, though distant far it be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gleaming of its parting light is lingering even now,<br>With dim and faded brilliancy, around my lifted brow;<br>While memory flings aside the veil that hangs o'er parted things,<br>And drives the shadow from the past, before her glancing wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to see thee, gentle friend, before me even yet!<br>So meekly in thy wonted place, beside the casement set,<br>With calm still brow and placid eye across the landscape bent,<br>Where all of nature's varied charms are beautifully blent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gliding stream, the low white mill, the hill upswelling high,<br>With its few crowning forest-trees so painted on the sky;<br>The vine-hung crag, the shadowy wood, the fields of tufted maize,<br>And emerald meadow-slopes, that gleam beneath the sunset rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sooth, it is a lovely scene; alas! that some as fair,<br>Man's lawless selfishness should make the home of dark despair.<br>That ‘midst glad nature's purity, the bending slave should tread,<br>And proud oppression o'er the earth a waste of anguish spread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath God's rich mercy form'd the earth so beautifully bright,<br>For man to wrap his brother's soul in gloominess and night?<br>That all its charms must be unseen, its loveliness unfelt,<br>By eyes and hearts all dimm'd and broke by cruelty and guilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! never hath he meant that those, within whose forms are shrined<br>The rich and deep capacities of an undying mind,<br>Should ‘neath a brother's foot be crush'd, be loaded with his chains,<br>And drain, to feed his riot waste, the life-blood from their veins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><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=117484" data-title="The Sunset Hour de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="No! I have not forgotten yet the gentle sunset hour,/That comes with such a soothing touch, to shut the brightleaved flower;/Nor have I yet forgotten those, who shared its light with me,/Amidst a scene I fondly love, though distant far it be./A gl..."></div> </div> </div>

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