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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retrospect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, and I have sung<br>Much song of matters vain,<br>And a heaven-sweetened tongue<br>Turned to unprofiting strain<br>Of vacant things, which though<br>Even so they be, and throughly so,<br>It is no boot at all for thee to know,<br>But babble and false pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What profit if the sun<br>Put forth his radiant thews,<br>And on his circuit run,<br>Even after my device, to this and to that use;<br>And the true Orient, Christ,<br>Make not His cloud of thee?<br>I have sung vanity,<br>And nothing well devised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though the cry of stars<br>Give tongue before his way<br>Goldenly as I say,<br>And each from wide Saturnus to hot Mars<br>He calleth by its name,<br>Lest that its bright feet stray;<br>And thou have lore of all,<br>But to thine own Sun's call<br>Thy path disorbed hast never wit to tame;<br>It profits not withal,<br>And my rede is but lame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only that, 'mid vain vaunt<br>Of wisdom ignorant,<br>A little kiss upon the feet of Love<br>My hasty verse has stayed<br>Sometimes a space to plant:<br>It has not wholly strayed,<br>Not wholly missed near sweet, fanning proud plumes above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore I do repent<br>That with religion vain,<br>And misconceiv-ed pain,<br>I have my music bent<br>To waste on bootless things its skiey-gendered rain:<br>Yet shall a wiser day<br>Fulfil more heavenly way,<br>And with approv-ed music clear this slip<br>I trust in God most sweet;<br>Meantime the silent lip,<br>Meantime the climbing feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Much song of matters vain,
And a heaven-sweetened tongue
Turned to unprofiting strain
Of vacant things, which though
Even so they be, and throughly so,
It is no boot at all for thee to know,
But babble and false pain.

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