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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To-Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH God, where hast thou hidden Truth? Oh Truth,<br>Where is the road to God?<br>Lo, we, that should be old, have learned our youth;<br>We are not manly ripe; we have not dower<br>Of all the wisdom that a world can gain<br>In the centuries of work, peace, war, hope, pain;<br>We are not strong with all the gathered power<br>From age to age left our inheritance;<br>We stand not near the goal, there by the advance<br>Of step on step, through mire and blood and tears,<br>Forgotten fathers trod;<br>We are new in a new world; where shall we know,<br>Where in the ancient years,<br>Sign-marks to guide us on the way we go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are new in a new world. As children learn<br>Life by surprise and doubt,<br>So life must learn itself at each return<br>Of the upsoaring Phoenix birth from sleep<br>Among the ashes of an ended Past.<br>In its own strength, and singly from the last,<br>Each age's long To-day begins to creep<br>In baby paces whitherward it goes.<br>And from too far with too unsure a close,<br>Like void sonorous echoes in the hill,<br>Yesterday's voice rings out,<br>So gives the questioning turmoil of our cries<br>Answer such as we will.<br>Has Past writ Present in its histories?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers saw, we see not with their eyes,<br>Knew, and we learned in vain:<br>We seek old wisdoms in a novel wise;<br>We toil beginners of the things that are;<br>Like lessons which we early get by rote,<br>Heedless of meaning in the words we quote,<br>And by and by, the schoolroom left afar,<br>Discern at last their sense or find a new,<br>The just, the unjust, the counterfeit, the true,<br>We said from books upon our fathers' shelves,<br>All must be learned again:<br>We, children-like, still wondering as we grow,<br>Change, and become ourselves,<br>And only as ourselves can henceforth know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we know? what must we do? what be?<br>Answer us, Life, instead:<br>Past speaks us a dead tongue, we look to thee<br>And know thee teacher—yet a tardy one;<br>For now we labour, fearing to what end;<br>We journey, dimly seeing where we tend;<br>We do, and question was it rightly done;<br>Doubt and distrust of self beside us stand;<br>And who will find us Truth? where is her hand<br>To guide us on or back by the round path, <br>Leading but whence it led,<br>She travels on from God to reach him by?<br>What is the name she hath<br>To find her by to-day? Life, make reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q>
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Where is the road to God?
Lo, we, that should be old, have learned our youth;
We are not manly ripe; we have not dower
Of all the wisdom that a world can gain
In the centuries of work, peace, war, ho..."></div>
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