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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Departed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shalt lie down<br>With patriarchs of the infant world with kings,<br>The powerful of the earth the wise the good,<br>Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,<br>All in one mighty sepulchre. ~ BRYANT. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AND shrink ye from the way<br>To the spirit's distant shore?<br>Earth's mightiest men, in arm'd array,<br>Are thither gone before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrior kings, whose banner<br>Flew far as eagles fly,<br>They are gone where swords avail them not,<br>From the feast of victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the seers who sat of yore<br>By orient palm or wave,<br>They have pass'd with all their starry lore<br>Can ye still fear the grave? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fear! we fear! the sunshine<br>Is joyous to behold,<br>And we reck not of the buried kings,<br>Nor the awful seers of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye shrink! the bards whose lays<br>Have made your deep hearts burn,<br>They have left the sun, and the voice of praise,<br>For the land whence none return. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the beautiful, whose record<br>Is the verse that cannot die,<br>They too are gone, with their glorious bloom,<br>From the love of human eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would ye not join that throng<br>Of the earth's departed flowers,<br>And the masters of the mighty song<br>In their far and fadeless bowers? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those songs are high and holy,<br>But they vanquish not our fear;<br>Not from our path those flowers are gone<br>We fain would linger here! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Linger then yet awhile,<br>As the last leaves on the bough!<br>Ye have lov'd the light of many a smile,<br>That is taken from you now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There have been sweet singing voices<br>In your walks, that now are still;<br>There are seats left void in your earthly homes,<br>Which none again may fill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft eyes are seen no more,<br>That made spring-time in your heart;<br>Kindred and friends are gone before<br>And ye still fear to part? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fear not now, we fear not!<br>Though the way thro' darkness bends;<br>Our souls are strong to follow them,<br>Our own familiar friends!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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With patriarchs of the infant world with kings,
The powerful of the earth the wise the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. ~ BRYANT. 


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