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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Power Of Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The foaming stream from out the rock<br> With thunder roar begins to rush,--<br> The oak falls prostrate at the shock,<br> And mountain-wrecks attend the gush.<br> With rapturous awe, in wonder lost,<br> The wanderer hearkens to the sound;<br> From cliff to cliff he hears it tossed,<br> Yet knows not whither it is bound:<br> 'Tis thus that song's bright waters pour<br> From sources never known before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In union with those dreaded ones<br> That spin life's thread all-silently,<br> Who can resist the singer's tones?<br> Who from his magic set him free?<br> With wand like that the gods bestow,<br> He guides the heaving bosom's chords,<br> He steeps it in the realms below,<br> He bears it, wondering, heavenward,<br> And rocks it, 'twixt the grave and gay,<br> On feeling's scales that trembling sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As when before the startled eyes<br> Of some glad throng, mysteriously,<br> With giant-step, in spirit-guise,<br> Appears a wondrous deity,<br> Then bows each greatness of the earth<br> Before the stranger heaven-born,<br> Mute are the thoughtless sounds of mirth,<br> While from each face the mask is torn,<br> And from the truth's triumphant might<br> Each work of falsehood takes to flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So from each idle burden free,<br> When summoned by the voice of song,<br> Man soars to spirit-dignity,<br> Receiving force divinely strong:<br> Among the gods is now his home,<br> Naught earthly ventures to approach--<br> All other powers must now be dumb,<br> No fate can on his realms encroach;<br> Care's gloomy wrinkles disappear,<br> Whilst music's charms still linger here,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As after long and hopeless yearning,<br> And separation's bitter smart,<br> A child, with tears repentant burning,<br> Clings fondly to his mother's heart--<br> So to his youthful happy dwelling,<br> To rapture pure and free from stain,<br> All strange and false conceits expelling,<br> Song guides the wanderer back again,<br> In faithful Nature's loving arm,<br> From chilling precepts to grow warm.</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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 With thunder roar begins to rush,--
 The oak falls prostrate at the shock,
 And mountain-wrecks attend the gush.
 With rapturous awe, in wonder lost,
 The wanderer hearkens to the sound;
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