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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354031" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pilgrim of Life.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,<br>To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;<br>Born but to sigh and smile; to sin and weep,<br>Dost mark the busy multitudes around?<br>Dost mourn, with those who tread with fainting feet,<br>And blighted worn-out heart, the self same road?<br>Dost laugh with those who think their travel sweet,<br>And deem existence no unwelcome load?-<br>Ah, no! unconscious of their joy or woe,<br>Quick hurrying onward still, or gazing back,<br>With feeble lustre round their planet glow<br>A few beloved, connected with thy track;<br>Dear links of life, for whom to toil is bliss;<br>Circlet of stars in young hope's diadem;<br>Gay lightsome hearts who know no joy but this-<br>To be together is enough for them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou pausest on thy way-one light is set-<br>No power of love relumes the torch of life;<br>Whate'er it was, 'tis lost-and vain regret<br>Pursues the rosy babe, or faithful wife.<br>'Tis past-'tis gone-the brightness of those eyes<br>Can cheer no more thy melancholy home:<br>But grief may not endure-new joys arise;<br>The past is not-but thou hast years to come!<br>New joys arise-eager thou pressest on,<br>Hope's brilliant mockery deceiving still.<br>And now thou weepest o'er delusions gone,<br>Now hail'st with transport days devoid of ill.<br>Yet ever as thou goest on thy way,<br>However bright may be the present hour,<br>Clings to thy mind with brightest, purest ray,<br>The joy thou could'st not hold, the faded flower-<br>Still dearest seems the past; and as each light,<br>Extinguished, leaves thee lone, through memory's tears<br>More dim the future rises to thy sight,<br>More bright the visions of thine early years.<br>Pilgrim of Life! why slackenest thou thy speed?<br>Why is that brow of eager hope o'ercast?<br>A pause-a struggle-and the hour decreed<br>Mingles for aye the present with the past!</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>
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To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
Born but to sigh and smile; to sin and weep,
Dost mark the busy multitudes around?
Dost mourn, with those who tread with fainting feet,
And blighted worn-..."></div>
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