<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mockery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do we grudge our sweets so to the living<br>Who, God knows, find at best too much of gall,<br>And then with generous, open hands kneel, giving<br>Unto the dead our all?<br>Why do we pierce the warm hearts, sin or sorrow,<br>With idle jests, or scorn, or cruel sneers,<br>And when it cannot know, on some to-morrow,<br>Speak of its woe through tears?<br>What do the dead care, for the tender token—<br>The love, the praise, the floral offerings?<br>But palpitating, living hearts are broken<br>For want of just these things.</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> <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=384490" data-title="Mockery de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Why do we grudge our sweets so to the living Who, God knows, find at best too much of gall, And then with generous, open hands kneel, giving Unto the dead our all? Why do we pierce the warm hearts, sin or sorrow, With idle jests, or scorn, or crue..."></div> </div> </div>

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