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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bethesda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Sequel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw again the spirits on a day,<br>Where on the earth in mournful case they lay;<br>Five porches were there, and a pool, and round,<br>Huddling in blankets, strewn upon the ground,<br>Tied-up and bandaged, weary, sore and spent,<br>The maimed and halt, diseased and impotent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a great angel came, ’twas said, and stirred<br>The pool at certain seasons, and the word<br>Was, with this people of the sick, that they<br>Who in the waters here their limbs should lay<br>Before the motion on the surface ceased<br>Should of their torment straightway be released.<br>So with shrunk bodies and with heads down-dropt,<br>Stretched on the steps, and at the pillars propt,<br>Watching by day and listening through the night,<br>They filled the place, a miserable sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I beheld that on the stony floor<br>He too, that spoke of duty once before,<br>No otherwise than others here to-day,<br>Foredone and sick and sadly muttering lay.<br>‘I know not, I will do what is it I would say?<br>What was that word which once sufficed alone for all,<br>Which now I seek in vain, and never can recall?’<br>And then, as weary of in vain renewing<br>His question, thus his mournful thought pursuing,<br>‘I know not, I must do as other men are doing.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what the waters of that pool might be,<br>Of Lethe were they, or Philosophy;<br>And whether he, long waiting, did attain<br>Deliverance from the burden of his pain<br>There with the rest; or whether, yet before,<br>Some more diviner stranger passed the door<br>With his small company into that sad place,<br>And, breathing hope into the sick man’s face,<br>Bade him take up his bed, and rise and go,<br>What the end were, and whether it were so,<br>Further than this I saw not, neither know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q>
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