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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aline</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How very beautiful<br>The creatures of this earth can sometimes be!<br>Aline was one of such; the summer rose<br>Hath not a petal fairer than her cheek,<br>Nor hath the light of the out-breaking sun<br>More radiant gladness than her beaming smile.<br>Her heart was full of gushing happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The common air—the unfolding of a flower—<br>The voice of streams—the music of a bird<br>Was joy to her; and her glad spirit breathed<br>Its light o'er all around: Yet her soft eye<br>Was readier than a child's to fill with tears<br>For human sorrow; and her heart pour'd out<br>Its large affections over all that lived.<br>There was no selfishness in its young pulse;<br>Its thoughts were full of God, and all He made<br>To breathe upon the earth shared in her love,<br>And the upswelling of her sympathies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again,<br>In after years I look'd upon Aline.<br>Her face was lovely yet, but wore not all<br>The bloom of its young freshness; and the light,<br>That made its glance a gladness, was not there.<br>A childish group was round, filling the room<br>With their sweet laughter; and a bright-eyed girl,<br>Who look'd Aline restored to youth again,<br>Held to his mother's check the baby lips<br>Of a young brother, crowing in his joy,<br>As she laugh'd back to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aline went forth<br>Amidst her servants; and her voice arose<br>Shrilly and harsh, and they shrunk back in dread<br>From her stern eye. The keen and cruel scourge<br>Was busy at her bidding; and the limbs<br>Of woman bled before her, and the shriek<br>Of childhood rose unheeded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came one,<br>Whose traffic was in human forms; whose wealth<br>Was gather'd from the blood of breaking hearts,<br>And the stern rending of the holiest ties<br>That bless man's nature. For a price of gold,<br>Her husband sold to him the only son<br>Of a fond mother's love, and from the arms<br>Of conjugal affection, a sad wife,<br>With all her weeping babes—and she stood by—<br>That once compassionate girl—without a tear;<br>Seeing their misery, yet speaking not<br>One word to save them. She who once,<br>But at the thought of such iniquity,<br>And so much wretchedness, had shuddering wept,<br>Beheld it now without a passing pang;<br>And careless went to her own babes again—<br>So much had the best feelings of her heart<br>Been sear'd by dwelling ‘midst a land of slaves.</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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