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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Afterglow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, for the fire that used to glow<br>In those my days of old!<br>I never thought a man could grow<br>So callous and so cold.<br>Ah, for the heart that used to ache<br>For those in sorrow’s ways;<br>I often wish my heart could break<br>As it did in those dead days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along my track of storm and stress,<br>And it is plain to trace,<br>I look back from the loneliness<br>And the depth of my disgrace.<br>’Twas fate and only fate I know,<br>But all mistakes are plain,<br>’Tis sadder than the afterglow,<br>More dreary than the rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still there lies a patch of sun<br>That ne’er will come again,<br>Those golden days when I was one<br>Of Nature’s gentlemen.<br>And if there is a memory<br>Could break me down at last,<br>It sure would be the thought of this,<br>The sunshine in the past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ’spite of sunshine on the track—<br>And well the sun might shine—<br>My heart grows hard when I look back<br>From these dark days of mine.<br>A nobler child was never born<br>In all the Southern land—<br>The slave of selfish ignorance<br>That could not understand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I had lived for many years<br>In a world of my ideal,<br>With no false laughter, no false tears,<br>And it seemed very real.<br>But I was wakened from my dreams,<br>And learnt with hardening eyes<br>A world of selfish treachery,<br>Of paltry shame and lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left the truest friends on earth<br>Who did not need my aid,<br>And worked for those who were not worth<br>The sacrifice I made.<br>And while I blindly strove to raise<br>The coward and the clown,<br>They sneaked behind by shady ways<br>And tore my palace down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let those faithless friends of mine<br>Who’d think of me with scorn,<br>Remember that for many years<br>A heavy load I’ve borne.<br>And my true friends when all is done,<br>And my sad soul is gone,<br>Will think of battles I have won<br>When I lead rivals on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though from spite and worldly things<br>I well should be exempt,<br>For little men and paltry men<br>I scarce can feel contempt.<br>They followed me with flattery<br>In the days when I was brave—<br>But for those who have been true to me<br>I’ll strike back from the grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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In those my days of old!
I never thought a man could grow
So callous and so cold.
Ah, for the heart that used to ache
For those in sorrow’s ways;
I often wish my heart could break
As it did in those dead days. ..."></div>
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