<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sequoia, growing grandly<br>Out of the long ago, <br>Beloved of Time, whose sons<br>March by to measures slow, <br>How tenderly you cherish<br>All little lives below!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your mighty column pillars <br>The blue dome of the sky. <br>Your foliage plumes with greenness <br>The clouds that pass on high. <br>Yet here below slim lilies grow, <br>And here at peace am I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How have you won Time over— <br>That lord of dark renown? <br>His hand, that withers all things, <br>Has given your brow a crown. <br>From your crest forty centuries <br>Now upon me look down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, all the lordly ages<br>Your youth immortal knows,<br>Yet softly here you fashion <br>A carpet for the rose, <br>And smoothly spread a mossy bed <br>Under my deep repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have defied the lightnings— <br>They rent and scarred in vain. <br>Fierce fires have stripped you naked- <br>You made your peace with pain, <br>And bloomed again in beauty <br>To baffle death's disdain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where do you win your secret<br>Of life untroubled, free, <br>And wise with all the wisdom<br>Of time's democracy? <br>What do you hear this many a year?—<br>Whisper the song to me !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403107" data-title="The Sage de Harriet Monroe" data-description="Sequoia, growing grandly Out of the long ago, Beloved of Time, whose sons March by to measures slow, How tenderly you cherish All little lives below! Your mighty column pillars The blue dome of the sky. Your foliage plumes with greenness The..."></div> </div> </div>

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