<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thou Dost Not Know</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost not know it! but to hear<br>One word of praise from thee,<br>There is no pain I would not bear,<br>No task too great for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hands could tireless toil all day,<br>My feet could tireless run,<br>If at the close thy lips would say,<br>'Brave, noble heart, well done.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost not know it! but to win<br>Approval from thine eyes,<br>My soul has conquered many a sin,<br>And conquering neared the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though the reward may not be given,<br>In all my earthly days,<br>I feel that after death, in heaven,<br>Thy lips will give me praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost not know, may never know,<br>That all I strive to be,<br>All things praiseworthy that I do,<br>I strive, and do, for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though I seldom see thy face,<br>Or touch thy hand, my friend,<br>Those meetings are the means of grace,<br>That help me to the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost not know that thy grand life<br>Has been my beacon light.<br>I aim to conquer in the strife,<br>That I may reach thy height.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I strive to live, so that my feet<br>May walk the fields most fair,<br>For the after-life, seems, oh! so sweet,<br>Because thou wilt be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost not know how brave and strong<br>A woman's heart can be.<br>But few could hide so well and long<br>What mine has hid from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So well, that should this idyl chance<br>To meet thine eye, my friend,<br>Thou'd scan it with a careless glance,<br>Nor dream to whom 'twas penned.</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=384721" data-title="Thou Dost Not Know de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Thou dost not know it! but to hear One word of praise from thee, There is no pain I would not bear, No task too great for me. My hands could tireless toil all day, My feet could tireless run, If at the close thy lips would say, 'Brave, noble hear..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black