<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death Of Grant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! whose hard and cruel law<br>Is part of thy compassion's plan,<br>Thy works presumptuously we scan<br>For what the prophets say they saw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unbidden still the awful slope<br>Walling us in we climb to gain<br>Assurance of the shining plain<br>That faith has certified to hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain! - beyond the circling hill<br>The shadow and the cloud abide.<br>Subdue the doubt, our spirits guide<br>To trust the record and be still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To trust it loyally as he<br>Who, heedful of his high design,<br>Ne'er raised a seeking eye to thine,<br>But wrought thy will unconsciously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disputing not of chance or fate,<br>Nor questioning of cause or creed:<br>For anything but duty's deed<br>Too simply wise, too humbly grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cannon syllabled his name;<br>His shadow shifted o'er the land,<br>Portentous, as at his demand<br>Successive battalions sprang to flame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He flared the continent with fire,<br>The rivers ran in lines of light!<br>Thy will be done on earth - if right<br>Or wrong he cared not to inquire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His was the heavy hand, and his<br>The service of the despot blade;<br>His the soft answer that allayed<br>War's giant animosities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us have peace: our clouded eyes,<br>Fill, Father, with another light,<br>That we may see with clearer sight<br>Thy servant's soul in Paradise.</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=342934" data-title="The Death Of Grant de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Father! whose hard and cruel law Is part of thy compassion's plan, Thy works presumptuously we scan For what the prophets say they saw. Unbidden still the awful slope Walling us in we climb to gain Assurance of the shining plain That faith has ce..."></div> </div> </div>

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