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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inspiration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er we leave to God, God does, <br>And blesses us; <br>The work we choose should be our own, <br>God leaves alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If with light head erect I sing, <br>Though all the Muses lend their force, <br>From my poor love of anything, <br>The verse is weak and shallow as its source. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if with bended neck I grope <br>Listening behind me for my wit, <br>With faith superior to hope, <br>More anxious to keep back than forward it; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Making my soul accomplice there <br>Unto the flame my heart hath lit, <br>Then will the verse forever wear-- <br>Time cannot bend the line which God hath writ. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always the general show of things <br>Floats in review before my mind, <br>And such true love and reverence brings, <br>That sometimes I forget that I am blind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now there comes unsought, unseen, <br>Some clear divine electuary, <br>And I, who had but sensual been, <br>Grow sensible, and as God is, am wary. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hearing get, who had but ears, <br>And sight, who had but eyes before, <br>I moments live, who lived but years, <br>And truth discern, who knew but learning's lore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear beyond the range of sound, <br>I see beyond the range of sight, <br>New earths and skies and seas around, <br>And in my day the sun doth pale his light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clear and ancient harmony <br>Pierces my soul through all its din, <br>As through its utmost melody-- <br>Farther behind than they, farther within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More swift its bolt than lightning is, <br>Its voice than thunder is more loud, <br>It doth expand my privacies <br>To all, and leave me single in the crowd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It speaks with such authority, <br>With so serene and lofty tone, <br>That idle Time runs gadding by, <br>And leaves me with Eternity alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now chiefly is my natal hour, <br>And only now my prime of life; <br>Of manhood's strength it is the flower, <br>'Tis peace's end and war's beginning strife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It comes in summer's broadest noon, <br>By a grey wall or some chance place, <br>Unseasoning Time, insulting June, <br>And vexing day with its presuming face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such fragrance round my couch it makes, <br>More rich than are Arabian drugs, <br>That my soul scents its life and wakes <br>The body up beneath its perfumed rugs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the Muse, the heavenly maid, <br>The star that guides our mortal course, <br>Which shows where life's true kernel's laid, <br>Its wheat's fine flour, and its undying force. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She with one breath attunes the spheres, <br>And also my poor human heart, <br>With one impulse propels the years <br>Around, and gives my throbbing pulse its start. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not doubt for evermore, <br>Nor falter from a steadfast faith, <br>For thought the system be turned o'er, <br>God takes not back the word which once He saith. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not doubt the love untold <br>Which not my worth nor want has bought, <br>Which wooed me young, and woos me old, <br>And to this evening hath me brought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My memory I'll educate <br>To know the one historic truth, <br>Remembering to the latest date <br>The only true and sole immortal youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be but thy inspiration given, <br>No matter through what danger sought, <br>I'll fathom hell or climb to heaven, <br>And yet esteem that cheap which love has bought. <br>___________________ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fame cannot tempt the bard <br>Who's famous with his God, <br>Nor laurel him reward <br>Who has his Maker's nod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+David+Thoreau">Henry David Thoreau</a><div class=q>
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And blesses us; 
The work we choose should be our own, 
God leaves alone. 

If with light head erect I sing, 
Though all the Muses lend their force, 
From my poor love of anything, 
The verse is weak and shallo..."></div>
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