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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evening Thoughts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful<br>The calm earth resteth in her quiet sleep!<br>There are no sounds of human life abroad,<br>And the soft voice of that one bird, whose plaint<br>Melteth upon the ear so soothingly,<br>Seems but the low breeze moulded into sound.<br>The shadows of the trees distinctly lie<br>Upon the earth unstirring, and no breath<br>Comes whispering among the tender leaves,<br>To wake them into playfulness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky<br>Bendeth in loveliness above the earth,<br>With a few clouds drawn o'er it, beautiful<br>In the soft light, and exquisitely pure,<br>As if they knew no other home than heaven.<br>Oh, thus it is, God of the universe!<br>That thou wouldst sanctify with thy rich grace,<br>Our erring human hearts, that we might be,<br>When from the earth our day of life hath pass'd,<br>Dwellers in that bright world where all are pure—<br>A world where sorrow cometh not, nor sin,<br>Nor the down-stooping ‘neath the oppressor's hand.<br>Alas! that earthly things should be so fair,<br>And day by day harmoniously move on<br>In their allotted course, at thy command,<br>Dutiful and unwavering from their track,<br>And man, man only, who alone may know<br>How beautiful thy ordinances are,<br>Mock at thy holy will, and mar his soul<br>With the dark stains of sin. Alas! that man,<br>With thy pure law unveil'd before his eyes,<br>Should bind the fetter on his brother's form,<br>And smite him with the scourge, and bid him pour<br>His strength out on the earth, for no reward;<br>And worse than this, wrench from his bleeding heart<br>The dearest objects of his earthly love;<br>And all that the oppressor's hoards may flow<br>With Mammon's worthless treasures; meagre dust,<br>Beside the priceless treasure of a soul!<br>Shall it be ever thus? Most Merciful!<br>Will man's hard heart be never touch'd with all<br>The o'erflowings of thy love, and yield itself<br>To gentle sympathies, till he shall learn<br>The noble joy of pouring happiness<br>Upon the heart of sorrow, and how sweet<br>The pleasure is of shedding bliss abroad.</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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