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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Long Last</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late, late the prize is drawn, the goal attained,<br>The Heart's Desire fulfilled, Love's guerdon gained.<br>Wealth's use is past, Fame's crown of laurel mocks<br>The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.<br>The end is reached - the end of toil and strife -<br>The end of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love flowers and fades like grass, and flowers again;<br>The spendthrift lovers waste themselves in vain;<br>Their fiery passions burn out one by one,<br>And then, alas! when their best days are done,<br>Spirit and body find their perfect mate -<br>So late! So late!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long-sought, long seeking, through the lonely years,<br>The wanderers meet to weep their useless tears<br>For time and chance irrevocably flown,<br>Dear hopes outlived and happy faiths outgrown,<br>Children unborn, the myriad joys unseen<br>That might have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for the spring and morning-time of youth<br>The perfect flower of slow-unfolding truth,<br>The perfect love, that dreams of youth foretell,<br>But youth knows not and youth could never tell;<br>That light celestial, as of sunset fires<br> When day expires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late comes the gift that crowns the hungry quest,<br>Like ripe wheat-harvest in a land at rest,<br>And comes alone, a consecrated cup,<br>To those proved worthy to sit down and sup.<br>To them - aye, aye, despite their treasure lost,<br>'T'is worth the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T'is worth the cost to reach the heights at last,<br>Ere eyes are dim and daylight overpast.<br>To see one aim achieved, one dream fulfilled,<br>Ere striving brain and trusting heart are stilled.<br>To live one glorious hour - its price of pain<br>Is never paid in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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The Heart's Desire fulfilled, Love's guerdon gained.
Wealth's use is past, Fame's crown of laurel mocks
The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.
The end is reached - the end of toil and strif..."></div>
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