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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386691" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reality</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These things alone endure;<br>'They are the solid facts,' that we may grasp,<br>Leading us on and upward if we clasp<br>And hold them firm and sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a wise fable old,<br>A hero sought a god who could at will<br>Assume all figures, and the hero still<br>Loosed not his steadfast hold,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For image foul or fair,<br>For soft-eyed nymph, who wept with pain and shame,<br>For threatening fiend or loathsome beast or flame,<br>For menace or for prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until the god, outbraved,<br>Took his own shape divine; not wrathfully,<br>But wondering, to the hero gave reply,<br>The knowledge that he craved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We seize the god in youth;<br>All forms conspire to make us loose our grasp,—<br>Ambition, folly, gain,— till we unclasp<br>From the embrace of truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We grow more wise, we say,<br>And work for worldly ends and mock our dream,<br>Alas! while all life's glory and its gleam,<br>With that have fled away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thereto we had clung<br>Through change and peril, fire and night and storm,<br>Till it assumed its proper, godlike form,<br>We might at last have wrung</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An answer to our cries—<br>A brave response to our most valiant hope.<br>Unto the light of day this word might ope<br>A million mysteries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er each man's brow I see<br>The bright star of his genius shining clear;<br>It seeks to guide him to a nobler sphere,<br>Above earth's vanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up to pure height of snow,<br>Its beckoning ray still leads him on and on;<br>To those who follow, lo, itself comes down<br>And crowns at length their brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nimbus still doth gleam<br>On these the heroes, sages of the earth,<br>The few who found, in life of any worth,<br>Only their loftiest dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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'They are the solid facts,' that we may grasp,
Leading us on and upward if we clasp
And hold them firm and sure.

In a wise fable old,
A hero sought a god who could at will
Assume all figures, and the hero still
Loosed n..."></div>
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