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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spirit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit, <br>‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn, <br>And though I don’t exactly burn<br>With envy for your thirty years, <br>It’s such a pity dying young, <br>The pleasures of a youth, unsung…<br>For all I left behind of me<br>Were memories of my mother’s pain<br>In birth and death, <br>Though such a breath of time it took, <br>It’s hard to judge that I had been, <br>That any could remain.<br>But for my father’s constant hurt, <br>His burden through a lonely life<br>Was such to crush the living breath<br>Right out of him, but could I see, <br>And crush the death right out of me.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I hunger then, for knowledge<br>Of the seven wonders of the world<br>And nature’s secrets, all unfurled<br>As life unfolds before a man; <br>Of seas and skies, and mountains high, <br>The visions of an inner eye, <br>And colours I have ever longed for, <br>Colours I have never seen, <br>Though I have dreamed, <br>(Poor substitute it is for truth) : <br>I need the miracle of sight, <br>The senses in-between, <br>Which add your touch and taste and smell<br>To that of thought, which now I am, <br>A lonely thought communicating in itself<br>Its loneliness, <br>Your knowledge is an untold wealth.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I envy you, ’ I then replied, <br>‘For ignorance of man’s affairs<br>Is rarely found, <br>And one who cares is better off<br>To never know.<br>But since you must insist to hear<br>The seven wonders are but fear<br>Of War, that selfish slaughter leaving<br>Millions dead and millions maimed, <br>And poverty, when countless numbers<br>Starve to death, <br>Diseases raging through a stricken land<br>To our undying shame<br>And apathy to suffering, <br>The depths of immorality, <br>And crime and violence in the streets<br>That holds a sway on everyone, <br>Commercial greed is God today.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spirit sighed a troubled sigh; <br>‘An answer such as this unwanted<br>Tale of human misery and suffering<br>I’d not prepared for, <br>Makes me care for man no less, but<br>Takes me back and leaves me low.<br>A thousand years of meditation<br>On these things may mend my wound, <br>But now I cry, and go to find<br>A quiet place…<br>My innocence will not repair, <br>Not now or even soon.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he sadly turned away, <br>In seconds then was lost to view, <br>I shouted that I meant to say<br>We still have hope…<br>But he was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If we have time, I’ll never know! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>January 1969</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn, 
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years, 
It’s such a pity dying young, 
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me..."></div>
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