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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Heroic Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear spring<br>That wells beneath the secret inner shrine;<br>Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;<br>Be faithful to the ebb and flow that bring<br>The outer tide of Spirit to trouble and swing<br>The inlet of thy being. Learn to know<br>These powers, and life with all its venom and show<br>Shall have no force to dazzle thee or sting:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when Grief comes thou shalt have suffered more<br>Than all the deepest woes of all the world;<br>Joy, dancing in, shall find thee nourished with mirth;<br>Wisdom shall find her Master at thy door;<br>And Love shall find thee crowned with love empearled;<br>And death shall touch thee not but a new birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be strong, O warring soul! For very sooth<br>Kings are but wraiths, republics fade like rain,<br>Peoples are reaped and garnered as the grain,<br>And that alone prevails which is the truth:<br>Be strong when all the days of life bear ruth<br>And fury, and are hot with toil and strain:<br>Hold thy large faith and quell thy mighty pain:<br>Dream the great dream that buoys thine age with youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art an eagle mewed in a sea-stopped cave:<br>He, poised in darkness with victorious wings,<br>Keeps night between the granite and the sea,<br>Until the tide has drawn the warder-wave:<br>Then from the portal where the ripple rings,<br>He bursts into the boundless morning,--free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>RETROSPECT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> This is the mockery of the moving years;<br>Youth's colour dies, the fervid morning glow<br>Is gone from off the foreland; slow, slow,<br>Even slower than the fount of human tears<br>To empty, the consuming shadow nears<br>That Time is casting on the worldly show<br>Of pomp and glory. But falter not;--below<br>That thought is based a deeper thought that cheers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glean thou thy past; that will alone inure<br>To catch thy heart up from a dark distress;<br>It were enough to find one deed mature,<br>Deep-rooted, mighty 'mid the toil and press;<br>To save one memory of the sweet and pure,<br>From out life's failure and its bitterness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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Nurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear spring
That wells beneath the secret inner shrine;
Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;
Be faithful to the ebb and flow that bring
The outer tide of Spirit to trouble and swing
The inlet of thy bei..."></div>
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