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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eudoxia. First Picture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O SWEETEST my sister, my sister that sits in the sun, <br>Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers on her hair; <br>Soft smiling and counting her riches up slow, one by one, <br>Cool-browed, shaking dew from her garlands--those garlands so fair, <br>Many gasp, climb, snatch, struggle, and die for--her every-day wear! <br>O beauteous my sister, turn downwards those mild eyes of thine, <br>Lest they stab with their smiling, and blister or scorch where they shine. <br>Young sister who never yet sat for an hour in the cold, <br>Whose cheek scarcely feels half the roses that throng to caress, <br>Whose light hands hold loosely these jewels and silver and gold, <br>Remember thou those in the world who forever on press <br>In perils and watchings, and hunger and nakedness, <br>While thou sit'st content in the sunlight that round thee doth shine. <br>Take heed! these have long borne their burthen--now lift thou up thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be meek--as befits one whose cup to the brim is love-crowned, <br>While others in dry dust drop empty--What, what canst thou know <br>Of the wild human tide that goes sweeping eternally round <br>The isle where thou sit'st pure and calm as a statue of snow, <br>Around which good thoughts like kind angels continually go? <br>Be pitiful. Whose eyes once turned from the angels to shine <br>Upon publicans, sinners? O sister, 't will not pollute thine. <br>Who, even-eyed, looks on His children, the black and the fair, <br>The loved and the unloved, the tempted, untempted--marks all, <br>And metes--not as man metes? If thou with weak tender hand dare <br>To take up His balances--say where His justice should fall, <br>Far better be Magdalen dead at the gate of thy hall-- <br>Dead, sinning, and loving, and contrite, and pardoned, to shine <br>Midst he saints high in heaven, than thou, angel sister of mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers on her hair; 
Soft smiling and counting her riches up slow, one by one, 
Cool-browed, shaking dew from her garlands--those garlands so fair, 
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