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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drifting Away: A Fragment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the land, her Easter keeping,<br>Rises as her Maker rose.<br>Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,<br>Burst at last from winter snows.<br>Earth with heaven above rejoices;<br>Fields and gardens hail the spring;<br>Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices,<br>While the wild birds build and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, to whom your Maker granted<br>Powers to those sweet birds unknown,<br>Use the craft by God implanted;<br>Use the reason not your own.<br>Here, while heaven and earth rejoices,<br>Each his Easter tribute bring-<br>Work of fingers, chant of voices,<br>Like the birds who build and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Eversley, 1867.<br>They drift away. Ah, God! they drift for ever.<br>I watch the stream sweep onward to the sea,<br>Like some old battered buoy upon a roaring river,<br>Round whom the tide-waifs hang-then drift to sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watch them drift-the old familiar faces,<br>Who fished and rode with me, by stream and wold,<br>Till ghosts, not men, fill old beloved places,<br>And, ah! the land is rank with churchyard mold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watch them drift-the youthful aspirations,<br>Shores, landmarks, beacons, drift alike.<br>. . . . .<br>I watch them drift-the poets and the statesmen;<br>The very streams run upward from the sea.<br>. . . . . .<br>Yet overhead the boundless arch of heaven<br>Still fades to night, still blazes into day.<br>. . . . .<br>Ah, God! My God! Thou wilt not drift away</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>November 1867.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices;
Fields and gardens..."></div>
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