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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Joy of Incompleteness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all our life were one broad glare<br>Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;<br>If all our path were smooth and fair,<br>By no soft gloom enshrouded;<br>If all life's flowers were fully blown<br>Without the sweet unfolding,<br>And happiness were rudely thrown<br>On hands too weak for holding--<br>Should we not miss the twilight hours,<br>The gentle haze and sadness?<br>Should we not long for storms and showers<br>To break the constant gladness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If none were sick and none were sad,<br>What service could we render?<br>I think if we were always glad,<br>We scarcely could be tender.<br>Did our beloved never need<br>Our patient ministration,<br>Earth would grow cold and miss indeed<br>Its sweetest consolation;<br>If sorrow never claimed our heart,<br>And every wish were granted,<br>Patience would die, and hope depart--<br>Life would be disenchanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet in heaven is no more night,<br>In heaven is no more sorrow!<br>Such unimagined new delight<br>Fresh grace from pain will borrow.<br>As the poor seed that underground<br>Seeks its true life above it,<br>Not knowing what will there be found<br>When sunbeams kiss and love it,<br>So we in darkness upward grow,<br>And look and long for heaven,<br>But cannot picture it below<br>Till more of light be given.</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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Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
If all our path were smooth and fair,
By no soft gloom enshrouded;
If all life's flowers were fully blown
Without the sweet unfolding,
And happiness were rudely thrown
On hands to..."></div>
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