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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Faithful In Vanity-Fair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: <br>On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: <br>All toiling and moiling, some feebler, some bolder, <br>But each sees a fiend-face grim over his shoulder: <br>Thus merrily live they in Vanity-fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great human caldron--it boils ever higher: <br>Some drowning, some sinking; while some, stealing nigher <br>Athirst, come and lean o'er its outermost verges, <br>Or touch, as a child's feet touch, timorous, the surges-- <br>One plunge--lo! more souls swamped in Vanity-fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let's live while we live; for to-morrow all's over: <br>Drink deep, drunkard bold; and kiss close, maddened lover; <br>Smile, hypocrite, smile; it is no such hard labor, <br>While each stealthy hand stabs the heart of his neighbor-- <br>Faugh! Fear not: we've no hearts in Vanity-fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mad crowd divides and then soon closes after: <br>Afar towers the pyre. Through the shouting and laughter <br>'What new sport is this?' gasps a reveller, half turning.-- <br>'One Faithful, meek fool, who is led to the burning, <br>He cumbered us sorely in Vanity-fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A dreamer, who held every man for a brother; <br>A coward, who, smit on one cheek, gave the other; <br>A fool, whose blind soul took as truth all our lying, <br>Too simple to live, so best fitted for dying: <br>Sure, such are best swept out of Vanity-fair.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SILENCE! though the flames arise and quiver: <br>Silence! though the crowd howls on forever: <br>Silence! Through this fiery purgatory <br>God is leading up a soul to glory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, the white lips with no moans are trembling, <br>Hate of foes or plaint of friends' dissembling; <br>If sighs come--his patient prayers outlive them, <br>'Lord--these know not what they do. Forgive them!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thirstier still the roaring flames are glowing; <br>Fainter in his ear the laughter growing; <br>Brief will last the fierce and fiery trial, <br>Angel welcomes drown the earth denial. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the amorous death-fires, gleaming ruddy, <br>Clasp him close. Down drops the quivering body, <br>While through harmless flames ecstatic flying <br>Shoots the beauteous soul. This, this is dying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, the opening sky with splendor rifted, <br>Lo, the palm-branch for his hands uplifted: <br>Lo, the immortal chariot, cloud-descending, <br>And its legioned angels close attending. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let his poor dust mingle with the embers <br>While the crowds sweep on and none remembers: <br>Saints unnumbered through the Infinite Glory, <br>Praising God, recount the martyr's story.</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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THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething: 
On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing: 
All toiling and moiling, some feebler, some bolder, 
But each sees a fiend-face grim over his shoulder: 
Thus merrily live they in..."></div>
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