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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what is that country<br>And where can it be,<br>Not mine own country,<br>But dearer far to me?<br>Yet mine own country,<br>If I one day may see<br>Its spices and cedars,<br>Its gold and ivory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I lie dreaming<br>It rises, that land: <br>There rises before me<br>Its green golden strand,<br>With its bowing cedars<br>And its shining sand;<br>It sparkles and flashes<br>Like a shaken brand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do angels lean nearer<br>While I lie and long?<br>I see their soft plumage<br>And catch their windy song, <br>Like the rise of a high tide<br>Sweeping full and strong;<br>I mark the outskirts<br>Of their reverend throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what is a king here,<br>Or what is a boor?<br>Here all starve together,<br>All dwarfed and poor;<br>Here Death's hand knocketh<br>At door after door, <br>He thins the dancers<br>From the festal floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what is a handmaid,<br>Or what is a queen?<br>All must lie down together<br>Where the turf is green,<br>The foulest face hidden,<br>The fairest not seen;<br>Gone as if never,<br>They had breathed or been. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone from sweet sunshine<br>Underneath the sod,<br>Turned from warm flesh and blood<br>To senseless clod,<br>Gone as if never<br>They had toiled or trod,<br>Gone out of sight of all<br>Except our God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shut into silence<br>From the accustomed song, <br>Shut into solitude<br>From all earth's throng,<br>Run down tho' swift of foot,<br>Thrust down tho' strong;<br>Life made an end of<br>Seemed it short or long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life made an end of,<br>Life but just begun,<br>Life finished yesterday,<br>Its last sand run; <br>Life new-born with the morrow,<br>Fresh as the sun:<br>While done is done for ever;<br>Undone, undone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if that life is life,<br>This is but a breath,<br>The passage of a dream<br>And the shadow of death;<br>But a vain shadow<br>If one considereth; <br>Vanity of vanities,<br>As the Preacher saith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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And where can it be,
Not mine own country,
But dearer far to me?
Yet mine own country,
If I one day may see
Its spices and cedars,
Its gold and ivory.

As I lie dreaming
It rises, that land: 
There rises before me
Its green..."></div>
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