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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408302" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Four</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark,<br>A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;<br>There is no sound within these forests stark<br>Beyond a splash or two of sullen rain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you are with us! and our patient land<br>Is filled with long-expected change at last,<br>Though we have scarce the heart to lift a hand<br>Of welcome, after all the yearning past!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! marvel not; the days and nights were long<br>And cold and dull and dashed with many tears;<br>And lately there hath been a doleful song,<br>Of “Mene, Mene,” in our restless ears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed, we’ve said, “The royal son of Time,<br>Whose feet will shortly cross our threshold floor,<br>May lead us to those outer heights sublime<br>Our Sires have sold their lives to see before!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll follow him! Beyond the waves and wrecks<br>Of years fulfilled, some fine results must lie;<br>We’ll pass the last of all wild things that vex<br>The pale, sad face of our Humanity!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now our fainting feet are loth to stray<br>From trodden paths; our eyes with pain are blind!<br>We’ve lost fair treasures by the weary way;<br>We cry, like children, to be left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our human speech is dim. Yet, latest born<br>Of God’s Eternity, there came to me,<br>In saddened streets last week, from lips forlorn<br>A sound more solemn than the sleepless sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, Rachael! Rachael! We have heard the cries<br>In Rama, stranger, o’er our darling dead;<br>And seen our mothers with the heavy eyes,<br>Who would not hearken to be comforted!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lead us gently! It must come to pass<br>That some of us shall halt and faint and fall;<br>For we are looking through a darkened glass,<br>And Heaven seems far, and faith grows cold and pale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know, for one, I need a subtle strength<br>I have not yet to hold me from a fall;<br>What time I cry to God within the length<br>Of weary hours; my face against the wall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mourning brothers! in the long, still nights,<br>When sleep is wilful, and the lone moon shines,<br>Bethink you of the silent, silver lights,<br>And darks with Death amongst the moody pines!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, though you cannot shut a stricken face<br>Away from you, this hope will come about<br>That Christ hath sent again throughout the place<br>Some signs of Love to worst and weaken doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you may find in every afterthought<br>A peace beyond your best expression dear;<br>And haply hearken to the Voice which wrought<br>Such strength in Peter on the seas of fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;
There is no sound within these forests stark
Beyond a splash or two of sullen rain;

But you are with us! and our patient land
Is filled with long-expected change..."></div>
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