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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384550" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Realisation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; <br>Or so the unperceiving thought, <br>Who looked no deeper than her face, <br>Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –<br>No farther than her humble grate, <br>And wondered how she bore her fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet she was neither lone nor sad; <br>So much of love her spirit had, <br>She found an ever-flowing spring<br>Of happiness in everything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So near to her was Nature’s heart<br>It seemed a very living part<br>Of her own self; and bud and blade, <br>And heat and cold, and sun and shade, <br>And dawn and sunset, Spring and Fall, <br>Held raptures for her, one and all.<br>The year’s four changing seasons brought<br>To her own door what thousands sought<br>In wandering ways and did not find –<br>Diversion and content of mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loved the tasks that filled each day –<br>Such menial duties; but her way<br>Of looking at them lent a grace<br>To things the world deemed commonplace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Obscure and without place or name, <br>She gloried in another’s fame.<br>Poor, plain and humble in her dress, <br>She thrilled when beauty and success<br>And wealth passed by, on pleasure bent; <br>They made earth seem so opulent.<br>Yet none of quicker sympathy, <br>When need or sorrow came, than she.<br>And so she lived, and so she died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She woke as from a dream. How wide<br>And wonderful the avenue<br>That stretched to her astonished view! <br>And up the green ascending lawn<br>A palace caught the rays of dawn.<br>Then suddenly the silence stirred<br>With one clear keynote of a bird; <br>A thousand answered, till ere long<br>The air was quivering bits of song.<br>She rose and wandered forth in awe, <br>Amazed and moved by all she saw, <br>For, like so many souls who go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away from earth, she did not know<br>The cord was severed.<br>		 Down the street, <br>With eager arms stretched forth to greet, <br>Came one she loved and mourned in youth; <br>Her mother followed; then the truth<br>Broke on her, golden wave on wave, <br>Of knowledge infinite. The grave, <br>The body and the earthly sphere<br>Were gone! Immortal life was here! <br>They led her through the Palace halls; <br>From gleaming mirrors on the walls<br>She saw herself, with radiant mien, <br>And robed in splendour like a queen, <br>While glory round about her shone.<br>‘All this, ’ Love murmured, ‘is your own.’<br>And when she gazed with wondering eye, <br>And questioned whence and where and why, <br>Love answered thus: ‘All Heaven is made<br>By thoughts on earth; your walls were laid, <br>Year after year, of purest gold; <br>The beauty of your mind behold<br>In this fair palace; ay, and more<br>Waits farther on, so vast your store.<br>I was not worthy when I died<br>To take my place here at your side; <br>I toiled through long and weary years<br>From lower planes to these high spheres; <br>And through the love you sent from earth<br>I have attained a second birth.<br>Oft when my erring soul would tire<br>I felt the strength of your desire; <br>I heard you breathe my name in prayer, <br>And courage conquered weak despair.<br>Ah! earth needs heaven, but heaven indeed<br>Of earth has just as great a need! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the terrace with a bound<br>There sped a lambkin with a hound<br>(Dumb comrades of the old earth land) <br>And fondled her caressing hand.</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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Or so the unperceiving thought, 
Who looked no deeper than her face, 
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –
No farther than her humble grate, 
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