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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beyond</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY heart it lies beyond, dear,<br> In the land of the setting day,<br>Where the whispers are soft and fond, dear,<br> Of the voices that pass away;<br>And oft, when the night is falling,<br>5<br> And a calm is on the sea,<br>I fancy I hear them calling<br> rom that far-off land for me.<br>It is only idle dreaming,<br> But the dream is full of rest,<br>10<br>And up where that glory is streaming,<br> From the gates of the golden west,<br>I wander away in spirit,<br> With a mingled joy and pain,<br>Till I almost seem to inherit<br>15<br> The sweet dead past again.<br>I see the old dear faces,<br> I greet them hand to hand;<br>But sadly too, for the places<br> Seem strange in that curious land;<br>20<br>Till a new light breaks, and all other<br> Grows dim to my streaming eyes;<br>For a son has found his mother<br> In the depths of the throbbing skies.<br>Yes, my heart it lies beyond, dear,<br>25<br> Where that sun is burning low,<br>And were you not so fond, dear,<br> I might perhaps—but no!<br>Are you weary already with walking?<br> And tears! What tears, dear, too!<br>30<br>How selfish of me to be talking,<br> My darling, in this way to you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q>
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