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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Home-sick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O time, great Healer! canst thou still<br>The crying hearts that feel the knife?<br>O great Restorer, canst thou fill<br>The wide gaps broken out of life<br>By love and duty's bitter strife?<br>O Friend, and canst thou, as they say,<br>Soothe all our troubles on thy breast,<br>Till, calm in death, they pass away,<br>And, one by one, are laid to rest<br>In unknown graves, beyond our quest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, there's a wound thou canst not ease;<br>Nay, there's a sickness past thine art.<br>Ah me! while I'm beyond the seas,<br>There'll be a sore place in my heart<br>That, at a touch, will throb and smart.<br>Nay, nay, with all thy skill—with all<br>The care and cunning thou mayst spend,<br>Thou canst but weakly patch the wall<br>That wrench of parting came to rend,<br>That gap no mason's hand can mend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as for buried sorrows—one<br>Hears every sound above its head;<br>Joys and prosperities may run<br>With happy footsteps o'er the dead,—<br>This grief of absence feels the tread.<br>O Time, thy graveyard is a street—<br>Thy graves no sculptured records crown;<br>Yet this one, trod of many feet,<br>Still shows the heap'd earth, fresh and brown,—<br>No foot of joy can press it down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There velvet mosses soon will creep,<br>And grey and golden lichens grow;<br>There sweet white snowdrops soon will peep,<br>And purple violets bud and blow,<br>From winter's bosom, cloak'd in snow;<br>There summer lights and shades will fall,<br>And soft rains patter through the trees;<br>There slender grasses, frail and tall,<br>Will weave and whisper in the breeze—<br>'Twill be a grave in spite of these.</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 crying hearts that feel the knife?
O great Restorer, canst thou fill
The wide gaps broken out of life
By love and duty's bitter strife?
O Friend, and canst thou, as they say,
Soothe all our troubles on th..."></div>
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