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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Consolation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She folded up the worn and mended frock,<br>And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee,<br>Then through the soft web of a wee red sock<br>She wove the bright wool, musing thoughtfully:<br>'Can this be all? The outside world so fair,<br>I hunger for its green and pleasant ways;<br>A cripple prisoned in her restless chair<br>Looks from her window with a wistful gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The fruits I cannot reach are red and sweet,<br>The paths forbidden are both green and wide;<br>O God! there is no boon to helpless feet<br>So altogether sweet as paths denied.<br>Home is most fair; bright all my household fires,<br>And children are a gift without alloy;<br>But who would bound the field of their desires<br>By the prim hedges of mere fireside joy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I can but weave a faint thread to and fro,<br>Making a frail wolf in my baby's sock;<br>Into the world's sweet tumult I would go,<br>At its strong gates my trembling hand would knock.'<br>Just then the children came, the father too;<br>Their eager faces lit the twilight gloom;<br>'Dear heart,' he whispered, as he nearer drew,<br>'How sweet it is within this little room!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God puts my strongest comfort here to draw<br>When thirst is great and common wells are dry.<br>Your pure desire is my unerring law,<br>Tell me, dear one, who is so safe as I?<br>Home is the pasture where my soul may feed,<br>This room a paradise has grown to be;<br>And only where these patient feet shall lead<br>Can it be home to these dear ones and me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He touched with reverend hand the helpless feet, <br>The children crowded close and kissed her hair.<br>'Our mother is so good, and kind, and sweet,<br>There's not another like her anywhere!'<br>The baby in her low bed opened wide<br>The soft blue flowers of her timid eyes,<br>And viewed the group about the cradle-side<br>With smiles of glad and innocent surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother drew the baby to her knee,<br>And, smiling, said: 'The stars shine soft tonight;<br>My world is fair; its edges sweet to me,<br>And whatsoever is, dear Lord, is right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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