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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351341" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Michael Sars's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever he would roam<br>Toward th' eternal home;<br>From the least life deep in ocean<br>To each gleam of stars in motion,<br>Worth of all he weighed.<br>Now the Lord lends aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still he passed beyond,<br>Softly dreaming; fond<br>Nature met him as her lover.<br>God with strength his soul shall cover<br>'Mid the starry throng<br>Through the spheres' pure song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even here on earth<br>Harmony's sweet birth-<br>When discovery new truth sunders,<br>When the small reveals its wonders-<br>Filled his soul with song<br>For the ages long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where his watch he kept,<br>Eyes a hundred swept.<br>Where millenniums sand assembled,<br>Where the tiniest life-pulse trembled,<br>There he sought the clue,<br>Silent, wise, and true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a water glass<br>Searching he saw pass<br>All the ocean's life; his thinking<br>To unfathomed deeps was sinking;<br>Where lay riddles locked,<br>There he came and knocked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair our fatherland,<br>While such faith shall stand!<br>With an eye so true and tender,<br>With a sense so fine for splendor<br>In the small and still,-<br>Great ends we fulfil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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Toward th' eternal home;
From the least life deep in ocean
To each gleam of stars in motion,
Worth of all he weighed.
Now the Lord lends aid.

Still he passed beyond,
Softly dreaming; fond
Nature met him as her lover.
God with s..."></div>
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