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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Noah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ark was resting on the mountain's side,<br>And those who dwelt beneath its sheltering veil,<br>Look'd forth upon the earth—that sight denied<br>Their anxious gaze so long!—their cheeks grew pale<br>As Noah moved the covering from their frail,<br>Yet safe abode of refuge; for they thought<br>Of those dark hours, when, ever on the gale,<br>The voice of ruin and despair was brought,<br>Telling how wide a scathe destruction's hand had wrought.<br>And now they look'd abroad upon the scene<br>With a sick, painful interest, and a dread<br>Of seeing—what till now had only been<br>A picture of their thoughts—before them spread<br>In all its dark reality. The dead,<br>The guilty dead, seem'd rising to their sight,<br>As when in sinful happiness, their tread<br>Pass'd gayly o'er the earth, ere that long night<br>Of utter darkness pass'd above them with its blight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then how could those lone dwellers of the earth—<br>The only rescued—how could they but weep?<br>What though the lost ones, in their guilty mirth,<br>Had mock'd their pious prayers, and wrought them deep<br>And sore affliction? In one whelming sweep,<br>The wrath of God had crush'd them! and could now<br>The righteous triumph o'er their dreamless sleep?<br>But Noah—only he—upraised his brow,<br>As if his spirit could be moved by nought below.<br>And yet the green earth bore but little trace<br>Of its late ravage;—scatter'd here and there,<br>The wreck of some proud palace, or a place<br>Of their vain worship—with their pillars fair,<br>Grown o'er with sea-weed, and their treasures rare,<br>Gone to the ocean caverns;—but the light<br>Of the rich sunset melted through an air,<br>All fill'd with odours from a world as bright<br>As though it only waked in freshness from the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thus they trod the silent world once more,—<br>Its only habitants!—all gather'd there,<br>And praising Him who bade the waters pour<br>Their whelming floods around them, and yet spare<br>The cherish'd few whom he had made his care,<br>And shielded with his love. And thus they grew,<br>Peaceful and calm, and hymns rose on the air<br>In grateful joyfulness; for then they knew<br>That all that scathe had pass'd forever from their view.</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>
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