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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pilgrim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing<br> Went I forth the world to roam--<br>And the dance of youth, the glowing,<br> Left I in my father's home,<br>Of my birthright, glad-believing,<br> Of my world-gear took I none,<br>Careless as an infant, cleaving<br> To my pilgrim staff alone.<br>For I placed my mighty hope in<br> Dim and holy words of faith,<br>&quot;Wander forth--the way is open,<br> Ever on the upward path--<br>Till thou gain the golden portal,<br> Till its gates unclose to thee.<br>There the earthly and the mortal,<br> Deathless and divine shall be!&quot;<br>Night on morning stole, on stealeth,<br> Never, never stand I still,<br>And the future yet concealeth,<br> What I seek, and what I will!<br>Mount on mount arose before me,<br> Torrents hemmed me every side,<br>But I built a bridge that bore me<br> O'er the roaring tempest-tide.<br>Towards the east I reached a river,<br> On its shores I did not rest;<br>Faith from danger can deliver,<br> And I trusted to its breast.<br>Drifted in the whirling motion,<br> Seas themselves around me roll--<br>Wide and wider spreads the ocean,<br> Far and farther flies the goal.<br>While I live is never given<br> Bridge or wave the goal to near--<br>Earth will never meet the heaven,<br> Never can the there be here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 Went I forth the world to roam--
And the dance of youth, the glowing,
 Left I in my father's home,
Of my birthright, glad-believing,
 Of my world-gear took I none,
Careless as an infant, cleaving
 To my pil..."></div>
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