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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all we do, and hear, and see,<br>Is restless Toil and Vanity;<br>While yet the rolling earth abides,<br>Men come and go like Ocean tides; <br>And ere one generation dies,<br>Another in its place shall rise.<br>That sinking soon into the grave,<br>Others succeed, like wave on wave; <br>And as they rise, they pass away.<br>The sun arises every day,<br>And hastening onward to the west<br>He nightly sinks but not to rest;<br>Returning to the eastern skies,<br>Again to light us he must rise.<br>And still the restless wind comes forth<br>Now blowing keenly from the north,<br>Now from the South, the East, the West;<br>For ever changing, ne'er at rest.<br>The fountains, gushing from the hills,<br>Supply the ever-running rills;<br>The thirsty rivers drink their store,<br>And bear it rolling to the shore,<br>But still the ocean craves for more.<br>'Tis endless labour everywhere,<br>Sound cannot satisfy the ear,<br>Sight cannot fill the craving eye,<br>Nor riches happiness supply,<br>Pleasure but doubles future pain;<br>And joy brings sorrow in her train.<br>Laughter is mad, and reckless mirth,<br>What does she in this weary earth?<br>Should wealth or fame our life employ,<br>Death comes our labour to destroy,<br>To snatch th' untasted cup away,<br>For which we toiled so many a day.<br>What then remains for wretched man?<br>To use life's comforts while he can:<br>Enjoy the blessings God bestows,<br>Assist his friends, forgive his foes,<br>Trust God, and keep His statutes still<br>Upright and firm, through good and ill --<br>Thankful for all that God has given,<br>Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven;<br>Knowing that earthly joys decay,<br>But hoping through the darkest day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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Is restless Toil and Vanity;
While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like Ocean tides; 
And ere one generation dies,
Another in its place shall rise.
That sinking soon into the grave,
Others succeed, li..."></div>
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