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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Pine Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crowned, lofty scion of the pine<br>Whence Gothic architect’s design<br> Derived the grace and power<br>For churches planned in noblest style,<br>For Notre Dame’s majestic pile,<br>Westminster Hall, or Münster’s aisle,<br> Or Pisa’s leaning tower, - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this dark valley laid aside,<br>Thou in thy grief thy crown of pride<br> Dost in the clouds retire;<br>And far thy somber glance ahs flown<br>To spires like pine-trees shaped in stone,<br>Perceiving, with a wistful groan,<br> The portrait of thy sire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dastard axe awaits thy wood:<br>Like Hercules in dragon’s blood,<br> Thou in slow flames must die.<br>Yet perish proudly, pine, for know <br>Not all of Europe’s skill can show<br>How such a pyramid may grow,<br> So stately and so high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lament not thou, for many a heart,<br>Fit model for the loftiest art,<br> Unknown in rags has pined;<br>There, brooding over work denied,<br>Some hero sits, some Tell Untried;<br>A Byron, Plato, oft has died<br> Unnoticed by mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You Tell, for lack of tyrant foe,<br>Wars on the sparrow and the crow,<br> And he whose brain could soar<br>To match the master-minstrel’s lays – <br>Some trumpeter usurps his bays,<br>While on his rustic pipe he plays<br> For alms from door to door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like theirs, my pine, obscurely placed,<br>Thy nobleness must run to waste, <br> With lowly village spires – <br>Unworthy hovels – must contend,<br>Thou, Nature’s temple! Fortune send<br>Thee first a Herostratic end, <br> Immortalised in fires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou stand’st a nobler temple there, <br>Thy dome the leaden clouds of air;<br> No Lateran tapers fling<br>A beam so radiant and so fine<br>As those dew-spangled boughs of thine,<br>What sacred strains are so divine<br> As those thy linnets sing?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath what temple arches are<br>Such trophies of victorious war,<br> So honourably won,<br>As are these pennons pearly bright,<br>Flecking thy darkest twigs with white,<br>Which spiders, in a hard-fought fight,<br> Have stablished where they spun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim spaces filled with incense fine,<br>A choir thou hast, a holy shrine,<br> But ne’er an image there;<br>For sinless Nature, who did base<br>Thy root, to God speaks face to face,,<br>Nor needs, like man, who fell from grace,<br> To mediate her prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon thine organ-pipes the storm<br>Its wild Te Deum can perform,<br> So awful, yet so fair:<br>Join thou, my soul, that anthem’s strain; -<br>“The house of God is Nature’s fane;<br>No moss so small, no weed so plain,<br> But builds a chapel there.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henrik+Wergeland">Henrik Wergeland</a><div class=q>
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Whence Gothic architect’s design
 Derived the grace and power
For churches planned in noblest style,
For Notre Dame’s majestic pile,
Westminster Hall, or Münster’s aisle,
 Or Pisa’s leaning tower, - 

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