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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Pilgrims</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Dwellers at the back of the North Wind,<br>What have we done to you? How have we sinned<br>Wandering the Earth from Orkney unto Ind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With many deaths our fellowship is thinned,<br>Our flesh is withered in the parching wind,<br>Wandering the earth from Orkney unto Ind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have no rest. We cannot turn again<br>Back to the world and all her fruitless pain,<br>Having once sought the land where ye remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some say ye are not. But, ah God! we know<br>That somewhere, somewhere past the Northern snow<br>Waiting for us the red-rose gardens blow:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-The red-rose and the white-rose gardens blow<br>In the green Northern land to which we go,<br>Surely the ways are long and the years are slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have forsaken all things sweet and fair,<br>We have found nothing worth a moment's care<br>Because the real flowers are blowing there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Land of the Lotus fallen from the sun,<br>Land of the Lake from whence all rivers run,<br>Land where the hope of all our dreams is won!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall we not somewhere see at close of day<br>The green walls of that country far away,<br>And hear the music of her fountains play?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long we have been wandering all this while<br>By many a perilous sea and drifting isle,<br>We scarce shall dare to look thereon and smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, when we are drawing very near to thee,<br>And when at last the ivory port we see<br>Our hearts will faint with mere felicity:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we shall wake again in gardens bright<br>Of green and gold for infinite delight,<br>Sleeping beneath the solemn mountains white,<br>While from the flowery copses still unseen<br>Sing out the crooning birds that ne'er have been<br>Touched by the hand of winter frore and lean;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever living queens that grow not old<br>And poets wise in robes of faerie gold<br>Whisper a wild, sweet song that first was told</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere God sat down to make the Milky Way.<br>And in those gardens we shall sleep and play<br>For ever and for ever and a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Dwellers at the back of the North Wind,<br>What have we done to you? How have we sinned,<br>That yes should hide beyond the Northern wind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Land of the Lotus, fallen from the Sun,<br>When shall your hidden, flowery vales be won<br>And all the travail of our way be done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Very far we have searched; we have even seen<br>The Scythian waste that bears no soft nor green,<br>And near the Hideous Pass our feet have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have heard Syrens singing all night long<br>Beneath the unknown stars their lonely song<br>In friendless seas beyond the Pillars strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor by the dragon-daughter of Hypocras<br>Nor the vale of the Devil's head we have feared to pass,<br>Yet is our labour lost and vain, alas!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scouring the earth from Orkney unto Ind,<br>Tossed on the seas and withered in the wind,<br>We seek and seek your land. How have we sinned?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or is it all a folly of the wise,<br>Bidding us walk these ways with blinded eyes<br>While all around us real flowers arise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, by the very God, we know, we know<br>That somewhere still, beyond the Northern snow<br>Waiting for us the red-rose gardens blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a><div class=q>
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What have we done to you? How have we sinned
Wandering the Earth from Orkney unto Ind?

With many deaths our fellowship is thinned,
Our flesh is withered in the parching wind,
Wandering the earth from Orkn..."></div>
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