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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Idler's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit in the twilight dim<br> At the close of an idle day, <br>And I list to the soft sweet hymn, <br> That rises far away, <br>And dies on the evening air.<br> Oh, all day long, <br> They sing their song, <br>Who toil in the valley there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never a song sing I, <br> Sitting with folded hands, <br>The hours pass me by -<br> Dropping their golden sands -<br>And I list, from day to day, <br> To the 'tick, tick, tock'<br> Of the old brown clock, <br>Ticking my life away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I see the twilight fade, <br> And I see the night come on, <br>And then, in the gloom and shade, <br> I weep for the day that's gone -<br>Weep and wail in pain, <br> For the misspent day<br> That has flown away, <br>And will not come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another morning beams, <br> And I forget the last, <br>And I sit in idle dreams<br> Till the day over - past.<br>Oh, the toiler's heart is glad! <br> When the day is gone<br> And the night comes on, <br>But mine is sore and sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I dare not look behind! <br> No shining, golden sheaves<br>Can I ever hope to find: <br> Nothing but withered leaves.<br>Ah! dreams are very sweet! <br> But will not please<br> If only these<br>I lay at the Master's feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what will the Master say<br> To dreams and nothing more? <br>Oh, idler, all the day! <br> Think, ere thy life is o'er! <br>And when the day grows late, <br> Oh, soul of sin! <br> Will He let you in, <br>There at the pearly gate? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, idle heart, beware! <br> On, to the field of strife! <br>On, to the valley there! <br> And live a useful life! <br>Up, do not wait a day! <br> For the old brown clock, <br> With its 'tick, tick, tock, '<br>Is ticking your life away.</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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 At the close of an idle day, 
And I list to the soft sweet hymn, 
 That rises far away, 
And dies on the evening air.
 Oh, all day long, 
 They sing their song, 
Who toil in the valley there.

But never a song sing I, 
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