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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Had He Done?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the farmer, when the day was done,<br>And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,<br>And the mild stars came forward one by one-<br>I saw the sturdy farmer, and I said:<br>'What have you done to-day,<br>O farmer! say?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Oh! I have sown the wheat in yonder field,<br>And pruned my orchard to increase its yield,<br>And turned the furrow for a patch of corn:<br>This have I done, with other things, since morn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I saw the blacksmith in his smithy-door,<br>When day had vanished and the west grew red,<br>And all the busy noise and strife were o'er-<br>I saw the kingly blacksmith, and I said:<br>'What have you done to-day,<br>O blacksmith! say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Oh! I have made two plough-shares all complete,<br>And nailed the shoes on many horses' feet;<br>And-O my friend! I cannot tell you half,'<br>The man of muscle answered, with a laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I saw the miller, when the day had gone,<br>And all the sunlight from the hills had fled,<br>And tender shadows crept across the lawn-<br>I saw the trusty miller, and I said:<br>'What have you done to-day,<br>O miller gray?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Oh! I have watched my mill from morn to night,<br>And never saw yon flour so snowy white.<br>And many are the mouths to-day I've fed,<br>I ween,' the merry miller laughed and said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I saw another, when the night grew nigh,<br>And turned each daily toiler from his task,<br>When gold and crimson banners decked the sky-<br>I saw another, and I paused to ask:<br>'What have you done to-day,<br>Rumseller, say?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the rumseller turned with dropping head,<br>And not a single word in answer said.<br>What had he done? His work he knew full well<br>Was plunging human souls in deepest hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Alas! rumseller, on that awful day,<br>When death shall call you, and your race is run,<br>How can you answer? What can you hope to say?<br>When God shall ask you, 'What have you done?'<br>How can you meet the eye<br>Of the Most High?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When night approaches and the day grows late,<br>Think you to find the way to heaven's gate?<br>Think you to dwell with souls of righteous men?<br>Think you to enter in? If not, what then?</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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And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,
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I saw the sturdy farmer, and I said:
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O farmer! say?'


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