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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Immutable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, <br>Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- <br>So rolls the changing year, and so we change; <br>Motion so swift, we know not that we move. <br>Till at the gate of some memorial hour <br>We pause--look in its sepulchre to find <br>The cast-off shape that years since we called 'I'-- <br>And start, amazed. Yet on! We may not stay <br>To weep or laugh. All which is past, is past <br>Even while we gaze the simulated form <br>Drops into dust, like many-centuried corpse <br>At opening of a tomb. <br>Alack, this world <br>Is full of change, change, change,--nothing but change! <br>Is there not one straw in life's whirling flood <br>To hold by, as the torrent sweeps us down, <br>Us, scattered leaves; eddied and broken; torn <br>Roughly asunder; or in smooth mid-stream <br>Divided each from other without pain; <br>Collected in what looks like union, <br>Yet is but stagnant chance,--stopping to rot <br>By the same pebble till the tide shall turn; <br>Then on, to find no shelter and no rest, <br>Forever rootless and forever lone. <br>O God, we are but leaves upon Thy stream, <br>Clouds on Thy sky. We do but move across <br>The silent breast of Thy infinitude <br>Which bears us all. We pour out day by day <br>Our long, brief moan of mutability <br>To Thine immutable--and cease. <br>Yet still <br>Our change yearns after Thine unchangedness; <br>Our mortal craves Thine immortality; <br>Our manifold and multiform and weak <br>Imperfectness, requires the perfect ONE. <br>For Thou art ONE, and we are all of Thee; <br>Dropped from Thy bosom, as Thy sky drops down <br>Its morning dews, which glitter for a space, <br>Uncertain whence they fell, or whither tend, <br>Till the great Sun arising on his fields <br>Upcalls them all, and they rejoicing go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, with like joy, O Light Eterne, we spring <br>Thee-ward, and leave the pleasant fields of earth, <br>Forgetting equally its blossomed green <br>And its dry dusty paths which drank us up <br>Remorseless,--we, poor humble drops of dew, <br>That only wish to freshen a flower's breast, <br>And be exhaled to heaven. <br>O Thou supreme <br>All-satisfying and immutable One, <br>It is enough to be absorbed in Thee <br>And vanish,--though 't were only to a voice <br>That through all ages with perpetual joy <br>Goes evermore loud crying, 'God! God! God!'</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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Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- 
So rolls the changing year, and so we change; 
Motion so swift, we know not that we move. 
Till at the gate of some memorial hour 
We pause--look in its sepulchre to f..."></div>
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