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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Prophetic Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What are these bustlers at the gate<br>Of now or yesterday,<br>These playthings in the hand of Fate,<br>That pass, and point no way;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These clinging bubbles whose mock fires<br>For ever dance and gleam,<br>Vain foam that gathers and expires<br>Upon the world's dark stream;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These gropers betwixt right and wrong,<br>That seek an unknown goal,<br>Most ignorant, when they seem most strong;<br>What are they, then, O Soul,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That thou shouldst covet overmuch<br>A tenderer range of heart,<br>And yet at every dreamed-of touch<br>So tremulously start?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou with that hatred ever new<br>Of the world's base control,<br>That vision of the large and true,<br>That quickness of the soul;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, for they are not of thy kind,<br>But in a rarer clay<br>God dowered thee with an alien mind;<br>Thou canst not be as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be strong therefore; resume thy load,<br>And forward stone by stone<br>Go singing, though the glorious road<br>Thou travellest alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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These playthings in the hand of Fate,
That pass, and point no way;

These clinging bubbles whose mock fires
For ever dance and gleam,
Vain foam that gathers and expires
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