<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 15</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,<br>A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss<br>Is Heaven's gain and thine; upon the cross<br>God hangs the crown, the pinion, and the lyre:<br>And thou hast won them all. Could we desire<br>To quench that diadem's celestial light,<br>To hush thy song and stay thy heavenward flight,<br>Because we miss thee by this autumn fire?<br>Ah, no! ah, no! -- chant on! -- soar on! -- Reign on!<br>For we are better -- thou art happier thus;<br>And haply from the splendor of thy throne,<br>Or haply from the echoes of thy psalm,<br>Something may fall upon us, like the calm<br>To which thou shalt hereafter welcome us!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409106" data-title="Sonnet 15 de Henry Timrod" data-description="True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire, A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss Is Heaven's gain and thine; upon the cross God hangs the crown, the pinion, and the lyre: And thou hast won them all. Could we desire To quench that diadem..."></div> </div> </div>

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