<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Eleventh Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As through the blue expanse he skims<br>On joyous wings, the late<br>Frank Hutchings overtakes Miss Sims,<br>Both bound for Heaven's high gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life they loved and (God knows why<br>A lover so should sue)<br>He slew her, on the gallows high<br>Died pious-and they flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her pinions were bedraggled, soiled<br>And torn as by a gale,<br>While his were bright-all freshly oiled<br>The feathers of his tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her visage, too, was stained and worn<br>And menacing and grim;<br>His sweet and mild-you would have sworn<br>That _she_ had murdered _him_.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they'd arrived before the gate<br>He said to her: 'My dear,<br>'Tis hard once more to separate,<br>But _you_ can't enter here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For you, unluckily, were sent<br>So quickly to the grave<br>You had no notice to repent,<br>Nor time your soul to save.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis true,' said she, 'and I should wail<br>In Hell even now, but I<br>Have lingered round the county jail<br>To see a Christian die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</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=342737" data-title="At The Eleventh Hour de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="As through the blue expanse he skims On joyous wings, the late Frank Hutchings overtakes Miss Sims, Both bound for Heaven's high gate. In life they loved and (God knows why A lover so should sue) He slew her, on the gallows high Died pious-and th..."></div> </div> </div>

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