<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loneliness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely soul . . . According to her lights<br>She has lived on, mid all our worldly strife,<br>Thro' that procession of mad days and nights<br>That most men lay to waste, and call it life.<br>And men have smiled a little, too, may be,<br>At what they deem her eccentricity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This have we done, and this,' the proud souls cry;<br>'In pomp and pageantry vast riches spent,<br>Builded cathedrals yearning to the sky,<br>And scattered gold for God's aggrandisement,<br>That we may be immortalised on earth<br>In monuments to our undying worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This we have done, and this; for we were just;<br>Captained great armies for the Lord of Hosts,<br>Left erring brothers bleeding in the dust,<br>Our enemies - and His. The worldling boasts;<br>And, boasting, dies to seek a meek reward<br>From a remote and half-envisioned Lord.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely woman in an empty church<br>Upholding faith with humble prayer and song. . . .<br>Oh, that we groundlings had the eyes to search<br>And find - not emptiness, but here a throng<br>Invisible. Poor prideful minds, 'tis we<br>Who know earth's bitter loneliness - not she.</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=357671" data-title="Loneliness de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="A lonely soul . . . According to her lights She has lived on, mid all our worldly strife, Thro' that procession of mad days and nights That most men lay to waste, and call it life. And men have smiled a little, too, may be, At what they deem her e..."></div> </div> </div>

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