<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Opportunity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know if, climbing some steep hill, <br>Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought,<br>Or whether in some mid-day I was caught<br>To upper air, where visions of God’s will<br>In pictures to our quickened sense fulfil<br>His word. But this I saw.<br> A path I sought<br>Through wall of rock. No human fingers wrought<br>The golden gates which opened sudden, still,<br>And wide. My fear was hushed by my delight.<br>Surpassing fair the lands; my path lay plain;<br>Alas, so spell-bound, feasting on the sight,<br>I paused, that I but reached the threshold bright,<br>When, swinging swift, the golden gates again<br>Were rocky wall, by which I wept in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Hunt+Jackson">Helen Hunt Jackson</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=407900" data-title="Opportunity de Helen Hunt Jackson" data-description="I do not know if, climbing some steep hill, Through fragrant wooded pass, this glimpse I bought, Or whether in some mid-day I was caught To upper air, where visions of God’s will In pictures to our quickened sense fulfil His word. But this I sa..."></div> </div> </div>

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