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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day's most trivial act may hold the seed<br>Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth;<br>Oh, cherish always every word and deed!<br>The simplest record of thyself hath worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou hast ever slighted one old thought,<br>Beware lest Grief enforce the truth at last;<br>The time must come wherein thou shalt be taught<br>The value and the beauty of the Past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not merely as a warner and a guide,<br>&quot;A voice behind thee,&quot; sounding to the strife;<br>But something never to be put aside,<br>A part and parcel of thy present life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not as a distant and a darkened sky,<br>Through which the stars peep, and the moon-beams glow;<br>But a surrounding atmosphere, whereby<br>We live and breathe, sustained in pain and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shadowy land, where joy and sorrow kiss,<br>Each still to each corrective and relief,<br>Where dim delights are brightened into bliss,<br>And nothing wholly perishes but Grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, me! -- not dies -- no more than spirit dies;<br>But in a change like death is clothed with wings;<br>A serious angel, with entranced eyes,<br>Looking to far-off and celestial things.</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>
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Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth;
Oh, cherish always every word and deed!
The simplest record of thyself hath worth.

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