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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Be Still, My Soul, Be Still</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, <br>Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. <br>Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little, <br>The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry <br>I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; <br>Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: <br>Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, <br>I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. <br>Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: <br>Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; <br>All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: <br>Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-- <br>Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Edward+Housman">Alfred Edward Housman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341527" data-title="Be Still, My Soul, Be Still de Alfred Edward Housman" data-description="Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men love..."></div> </div> </div>
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