<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Slain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hollow a grave where the willows wave,<br>And lay him under the grasses,<br>Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,<br>And murmurs a chant as it passes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lay the beautiful face and the form of grace<br>Away from the gaze of mortal.<br>Let us hope that his soul has gained the goal<br>Over the shining portal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope! Ah! we thrill with a terrible chill.<br>Ah! pen, can you tell the story<br>Of the one who died in his manhood's pride,<br>Slain in the morn of his glory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a blemish of shame on the dear one's name,<br>For he died as the drunkard dieth.<br>The ruddy wine-mug was the fiend who dug<br>The grave where our darling lieth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God! and his soul, was it lost in the bowl?<br>Has it gone where the wicked goeth?<br>Shall he bear the sin, and the tempter go in<br>Where the beautiful city gloweth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! O my heart! act well thy part,<br>Nor question a Father's kindness,<br>And strive not to see the thing hid from thee<br>By a veil of earthly blindness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all through the wine may there shimmer and shine,<br>As it glimmers and glows in the glasses,<br>A coffin and grave, and the willows that wave<br>Over our dead 'neath the grasses.</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=384568" data-title="Slain de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Hollow a grave where the willows wave, And lay him under the grasses, Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas, And murmurs a chant as it passes. Lay the beautiful face and the form of grace Away from the gaze of mortal. Let us hope that..."></div> </div> </div>

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