<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Convalescence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath a tree I lie,<br>Watching with lack lustre eye,<br>All those little trivial things<br>Weakness after sickness brings;<br>Watching birds flit to and fro;<br>Watching how the grasses grow;<br>Watching how the leaves and trees<br>Blend in Autumn harmonies<br>And wise insects, taught by God,<br>Build their shelters in the sod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how low the pride of men<br>Falls and grovels meekly, when<br>Convalescence comes at last<br>After long borne sufferings past,<br>E'en the arrogance of pain <br>That strange vanity - is vain<br>And he lies, a stricken thing,<br>Bereft of even suffering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is gone - the pain, the pride;<br>Arrogance is laid aside.<br>And he owes all things he'd do<br>To some worthier being, who,<br>Out of charity, shall seek<br>To assist the helpless weak <br>Out of charity to lend<br>Splendid strength he is to spend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So beneath the tree I lie,<br>Reading with a languid eye<br>Views of that and views of this<br>In a world so long amiss,<br>And, by some strange alchemy,<br>Suddenly it seems to me<br>That, as Earth's wild turmoils cease,<br>Comes convalescence now and peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</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=357500" data-title="Convalescence de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Underneath a tree I lie, Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings; Watching birds flit to and fro; Watching how the grasses grow; Watching how the leaves and trees Blend in Autumn harmonies And ..."></div> </div> </div>

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