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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corruption</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure it was so. Man in those early days<br>Was not all stone and earth;<br>He shined a little, and by those weak rays<br>Had some glimpse of his birth.<br>He saw Heaven o'er his head, and knew from whence<br>He came, condemned hither;<br>And, as first love draws strongest, so from hence<br>His mind sure progressed thither.<br>Things here were strange unto him: sweat and till,<br>All was a thorn or weed:<br>Nor did those last, but - like himself - died still<br>As soon as they did seed.<br>They seemed to quarrel with him, for that act <br>That felled him foiled them all:<br>He drew the curse upon the world, and cracked<br>The whole frame with his fall.<br>This made him long for home, as loth to stay<br>With murmurers and foes;<br>He sighed for Eden, and would often say,<br>'Ah! what bright days were those!'<br>Nor was Heaven cold unto him; for each day<br>The valley or the mountain <br>Afforded visits, and still paradise lay<br>In some green shade or fountain.<br>Angels lay lieger here; each bush and cell,<br>Each oak and highway knew them;<br>Walk but the fields, or sit down at some well,<br>And he was sure to view them.<br>Almighty Love! where art Thou now? Mad man<br>Sits down and freezeth on;<br>HE raves, and swears to stir nor fire, nor fan,<br>But bids the thread be spun.<br>I see, Thy curtains are close-drawn; Thy bow<br>Sin triumphs still, and man is sunk below<br>The center, and his shroud.<br>All's in deep sleep and night: thick darkness lies<br>And hatcheth o'er Thy people -<br>But hark! what trumpet's that? what angel cries,<br>'Arise! thrust in Thy sickle'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Vaughan">Henry Vaughan</a><div class=q>
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Was not all stone and earth;
He shined a little, and by those weak rays
Had some glimpse of his birth.
He saw Heaven o'er his head, and knew from whence
He came, condemned hither;
And, as first love draws st..."></div>
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