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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Galsworthy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for vague honors, not for treacherous power<br>He lived and toiled thro' this, his earthy span;<br>But to uphold and cultivate the dower,<br>God-given, for enlightment of man,<br>Here was no tale of talents mis-applied,<br>But of gifts to the last hour multiplied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grave, kindly scrivener, moved to no swift wrath<br>By tyrannies or Greed's condoning pleas:<br>Pity was there for Vandal and for Goth<br>Clutching insensate at earth's vanities.<br>Pity was there, with truth and justice, when<br>He held his shining mirror up to men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That they might see themselves; not as they seem<br>To smug content and sleek complacency<br>Lulled by the opiate of their false dream;<br>But as some wise, kind visitant might see<br>And weigh and, by wise standards, judge the worth<br>Of all the sad frailities of earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he has lived; and so he lays him down<br>Leaving a picture with us at the end,<br>Not of some grim reformer's fretful frown;<br>But of a pitying, understanding friend.<br>And if, thro' him, this blundering world should gain<br>One mite in wisdom, life were not in vain.</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>
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He lived and toiled thro' this, his earthy span;
But to uphold and cultivate the dower,
God-given, for enlightment of man,
Here was no tale of talents mis-applied,
But of gifts to the last hour multi..."></div>
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