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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nothing and Something</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is nothing to me, the beauty said,<br>With a careless toss of her pretty head;<br>The man is weak if he can't refrain<br>From the cup you say is fraught with pain.<br>It was something to her in after years;<br>When her eyes were drenched with burning tears,<br>And she watched in lonely grief and dread,<br>And startled to hear a staggering tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is nothing to me, the mother said;<br>I have no fear that my boy will tread<br>In the downward path of sin and shame,<br>And crush my heart and darken his name.<br>It was something to her when that only son<br>From the path of right was early won,<br>And madly cast in the flowing bowl<br>A ruined body and sin-wrecked soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is nothing to me, the young man cried:<br>In his eye was a flash of scorn and pride;<br>I heed not the dreadful things ye tell:<br>I can rule myself I know full well.<br>It was something to him when in prison he lay<br>The victim of drink, life ebbing away;<br>And thought of his wretched child and wife,<br>And the mournful wreck of his wasted life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is nothing to me, the merchant said,<br>As over his ledger he bent his head;<br>I'm busy to-day with tare and tret,<br>And I have no time to fume and fret.<br>It was something to him when over the wire<br>A message came from a funeral pyre -<br>A drunken conductor had wrecked a train,<br>And his wife and child were among the slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is nothing to me, the voter said,<br>The party's loss is my greatest dread;<br>Then gave his vote for the liquor trade,<br>Though hearts were crushed and drunkards made.<br>It was something to him in after life,<br>When his daughter became a drunkard's wife<br>And her hungry children cried for bread,<br>And trembled to hear their father's tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it nothing for us to idly sleep<br>While the cohorts of death their vigils keep?<br>To gather the young and thoughtless in<br>And grind in our midst a grist of sin?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is something, yes, all, for us to stand<br>Clasping by faith our Saviour's hand;<br>To learn to labor, live and fight<br>On the side of God and changeless light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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With a careless toss of her pretty head;
The man is weak if he can't refrain
From the cup you say is fraught with pain.
It was something to her in after years;
When her eyes were drenched with burning tears,
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