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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those with me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As on I drive, in my heart joy dwells<br>Of Sabbath silence with sound of bells.<br>The sun lifts <br>all<br>that is living, growing,<br>God's love itself in its symbol showing.<br>To church pass people from near and far,<br>Soon psalms ascend from the door ajar.<br>-Good cheer! Your greeting hailed more than me,<br>But that in hastening you failed to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's goodly company with me riding,<br>Though oft they cunningly keep in hiding;<br>But when you saw me so Sunday-glad,<br>It was because of the mates I had.<br>And when you heard me so softly singing,<br>The tones attuned to their hearts were ringing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One soul is here of such priceless worth,<br>For me she offered her all on earth;<br>Yes, she who smiled in my boat storm-driven,<br>And blanched not, braving the waves wind-riven,<br>In whose white arms that in love caressed me<br>Full warmth of life and of faith possessed me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snail in this I am like when faring,-<br>My home I ever am with me bearing;<br>And who believes it is burdensome,<br>He ought to learn how it's good to come<br>And creep in under the roof thereafter,<br>Where she gives light amid children's laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No poet paints nor can thinker tell<br>So vast a vault or so deep a well,<br>As where the glory of God's own love<br>On cradle-mirror falls from above.<br>Your soul is brighter, your heart more tender,<br>When by the cradle your thanks you render.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows not love in the small and near,<br>The many in memory hold not dear.<br>Who cannot build him a house his own,<br>What towers he builds will be soon o'erthrown.<br>From Moscow victor to Carthagena,<br>He vanquished dies on his Saint Helena.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When such a stronghold you've reared with labor,<br>It often safely protects your neighbor;<br>Though work of woman's and children's hands,<br>Your soul finds strength where that fortress stands,<br>You go hence braver to battle-dangers,<br>Can courage give unto countless strangers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One home bore often a whole land's fate,<br>And sent the hero who saved the state;<br>Thousands of <br>homes<br>, when the war was o'er,<br>The land delivered in safety bore.<br>So bear it onward in peace and beauty<br>The hearts of homes beating true to duty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though foreign perfumes be fine and rare,<br>Still pure alone is the home's sweet air.<br>Naught meets you there but the childlike, truthful,<br>And sin is kissed from your forehead ruthful.<br>To heaven's home leads its door ajar,<br>For thence it came and it lies not far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good cheer, to church on your way not staying!<br>For those we love we shall both be praying;<br>In prayer together the way we wander<br>That leads from this to the home up yonder.<br>You enter in; I must journey far,<br>While follow psalms from the door ajar.<br>Good cheer! Your greeting hailed more than me,<br>But that in hastening you failed to see.</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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Of Sabbath silence with sound of bells.
The sun lifts 
all
that is living, growing,
God's love itself in its symbol showing.
To church pass people from near and far,
Soon psalms ascend from the door ajar.
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