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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fainting by the Way</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,<br>Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay;<br>Lurid wastelands, pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs,<br>Where the scanty thorn-leaves twinkle with their haggard, hopeless eyes;<br>Furnaced wastelands, hunched with hillocks, like to stony billows rolled,<br>Where the naked flats lie swirling, like a sea of darkened gold;<br>Burning wastelands, glancing upward with a weird and vacant stare,<br>Where the languid heavens quiver o'er red depths of stirless air!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, my brother, I am weary of this wildering waste of sand;<br>In the noontide we can never travel to the promised land!<br>Lo! the desert broadens round us, glaring wildly in my face,<br>With long leagues of sunflame on it, - oh! the barren, barren place!<br>See, behind us gleams a green plot, shall we thither turn and rest<br>Till a cold wind flutters over, till the day is down the west?<br>I would follow, but I cannot! Brother, let me here remain,<br>For the heart is dead within me, and I may not rise again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wherefore stay to talk of fainting? - rouse thee for awhile, my friend;<br>Evening hurries on our footsteps, and this journey soon will end.<br>Wherefore stay to talk of fainting, when the sun, with sinking fire,<br>Smites the blocks of broken thunder, blackening yonder craggy spire?<br>Even now the far-off landscape broods and fills with coming change,<br>And a withered moon grows brighter bending o'er that shadowed range;<br>At the feet of grassy summits sleeps a water calm and clear -<br>There is surely rest beyond it! Comrade, wherefore tarry here?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet a little longer struggle; we have walked a wilder plain,<br>And have met more troubles, trust me, than we e'er shall meet again!<br>Can you think of all the dangers you and I are living through<br>With a soul so weak and fearful, with the doubts ~I~ never knew?<br>Dost thou not remember that the thorns are clustered with the rose,<br>And that every Zin-like border may a pleasant land enclose?<br>Oh, across these sultry deserts many a fruitful scene we'll find,<br>And the blooms we gather shall be worth the wounds they leave behind!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, my brother, it is useless! See, o'erburdened with their load,<br>All the friends who went before us fall or falter by the road!<br>We have come a weary distance, seeking what we may not get,<br>And I think we are but children, chasing rainbows through the wet.<br>Tell me not of vernal valleys! Is it well to hold a reed<br>Out for drowning men to clutch at in the moments of their need?<br>Go thy journey on without me; it is better I should stay,<br>Since my life is like an evening, fading, swooning fast away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where are all the springs you talked of? Have I not with pleading mouth<br>Looked to Heaven through a silence stifled in the crimson drouth?<br>Have I not, with lips unsated, watched to see the fountains burst,<br>Where I searched the rocks for cisterns? And they only mocked my thirst!<br>Oh, I dreamt of countries fertile, bright with lakes and flashing rills<br>Leaping from their shady caverns, streaming round a thousand hills!<br>Leave me, brother, all is fruitless, barren, measureless, and dry,<br>And my God will ~never~ help me though I pray, and faint, and die!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Up! I tell thee this is idle! Oh, thou man of little faith!<br>Doubting on the verge of Aidenn, turning now to covet death!<br>By the fervent hopes within me, by the strength which nerves my soul,<br>By the heart that yearns to help thee, we shall live and reach the goal!<br>Rise and lean thy weight upon me. Life is fair, and God is just,<br>And He yet will show us fountains, if we only look and trust!<br>Oh, I know it, and He leads us to the glens of stream and shade,<br>Where the low, sweet waters gurgle round the banks which cannot fade!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus he spake, my friend and brother! and he took me by the hand,<br>And I think we walked the desert till the night was on the land;<br>Then we came to flowery hollows, where we heard a far-off stream<br>Singing in the moony twilight, like the rivers of my dream.<br>And the balmy winds came tripping softly through the pleasant trees,<br>And I thought they bore a murmur like a voice from sleeping seas.<br>So we travelled, so we reached it, and I never more will part<br>With the peace, as calm as sunset, folded round my weary heart.</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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