<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope, <br>No day pass'd by without some gentle deed, <br>Let us not 'mourn like them that have no hope,' <br>Though sharp the stroke,--and suddenly decreed; <br>For still, when Spring puts out her tender leaves, <br>And Nature's beauty seems to bud in vain, <br>(Since then the yearning spirit doubly grieves <br>With fresh remembrance of unconquer'd pain,) <br>Returns the precious memory of all <br>The grace and goodness of that creature fair, <br>Whom it pleased God in early days to call <br>From this dim world of trouble, toil, and care,-- <br>And seldom is such bless'd conviction given <br>That She we mourn on Earth is now a Saint in Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353978" data-title="Sonnet XIX de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope, No day pass'd by without some gentle deed, Let us not 'mourn like them that have no hope,' Though sharp the stroke,--and suddenly decreed; For still, when Spring puts out her tender leaves, An..."></div> </div> </div>

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