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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coo of the Cushat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets,<br>Over the hedges of snow-white thorn,<br>Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms,<br>The musical coo of the cushat is borne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the still depths of the dim old plantations,<br>Where the sweet whispering night-wind stirs<br>The delicate scent from the dew-sprinkled flowers,<br>It sings by its nest in the tall green firs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So peaceful, so pure, so divinely contented,<br>The world out of sight and its true love nigh<br>Their little grey wings softly folded together,—<br>What dreams I have set to that melody!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listen at dawn, and I listen at even;<br>I hear the notes bubbling all day long<br>Through the woodpecker's laugh and the chirp of the titmouse,—<br>Little dove, yours is the sweetest song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not a sad song, though it sets me a-crying—<br>But gladness too deep to be spoken aloud;<br>Nor forlorn, though 'tis sung in the loneliest places—<br>But only too sacred to sing to a crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I envy you, though you're so small and so humble;<br>I wish I were like you, you shy little dove—<br>So far from the world and so free from its passion,<br>Yet sure of your white eggs and sure of your love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I were pure from low earthly ambitions,<br>As quiet and calm and contented as you;<br>I wish my heart held such a well-spring of music,<br>That I were as gentle and trustful and true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little dove, you were worthy to carry the olive<br>Over the waters to Noah's host,<br>To die for the mother of Christ in the Temple,<br>To be chosen for shrine of the Holy Ghost.<br>And now you have only to live and be happy,<br>To rear up your young ones and teach them to coo;<br>O sing on, and teach me the heavenly lessons,<br>To be faithful and worthy of God's work too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teach me so humbly to take what He gives me,<br>The manifold duties, the great and the small;<br>Teach me so simply to do what He bids me,<br>Loving and trustful, and thankful for all.</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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Over the hedges of snow-white thorn,
Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms,
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In the still depths of the dim old plantations,
Where the sweet whispering night-wi..."></div>
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