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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream Of Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,<br>But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,<br>That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him<br>Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are no scorching suns, or skies drought-blazing,<br>But dear grey clouds with sunshine stealing through<br>In level rays, o’er distant wooded valleys,<br>And still green pools, with waterlilies blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who sought to save drought-ridden creatures,<br>And struggled bravely with the grim old earth,<br>The God of all true hearts will surely give them<br>Rest from their labours in a new world’s birth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they shall feel the fresh wind in their faces,<br>Fragrant with clover scents and summer shower,<br>And they shall praise Him in green silent places,<br>Who, like St. Francis, loved each tree and flower;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sae their God in all the changing seasons,<br>And never failed, or flinched, or Faith denied,<br>For evermore their loving Lord shall lead them<br>Where are green woods, and rolling pastures wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;

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