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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fleeing Away</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, <br>Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; <br>But ever and often and more and more <br>They are dragged down earthward by little things, <br>By little troubles and little needs, <br>As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My purpose is not what it ought to be, <br>Steady and fixed, like a star on high, <br>But more like a fisherman's light at sea; <br>Hither and thither it seems to fly-- <br>Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright, <br>Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My life is far from my dream of life-- <br>Calmly contented, serenely glad; <br>But, vexed and worried by daily strife, <br>It is always troubled and ofttimes sad-- <br>And the heights I had thought I should reach one day <br>Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart never finds the longed-for rest; <br>Its worldly striving, its greed for gold, <br>Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest <br>Who sometimes sought me in days of old; <br>And ever fleeing away from me <br>Is the higher self that I long to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; 
But ever and often and more and more 
They are dragged down earthward by little things, 
By little troubles and little needs, 
As a lark might be tangled among the..."></div>
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