<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37617" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mystery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is your cup—the cup assigned to you<br> From the beginning. Nay, my child, I know<br> How much of that dark drink is your own brew<br> Of fault and passion. Ages long ago—<br> In the deep years of yesterday,—I knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This is your road—a painful road and drear.<br> I made the stones—that never give you rest;<br> I set your friend in pleasant ways and clear,<br> And he shall come, like you, unto my breast;<br> But you—my weary child!—must travel here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This is your task. It has no joy nor grace.<br> But is not meant for any other hand,<br> And in my universe hath measured place.<br> Take it; I do not bid you understand;<br> I bid you close your eyes—to see my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Margaret+Steele+Anderson">Margaret Steele Anderson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37617" data-title="The Mystery de Margaret Steele Anderson" data-description="This is your cup—the cup assigned to you/ From the beginning. Nay, my child, I know/ How much of that dark drink is your own brew/ Of fault and passion. Ages long ago—/ In the deep years of yesterday,—I knew./ This is your road—a painful r..."></div> </div> </div>

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