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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death. A Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TIS a sad Land, that in one day <br>Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze <br>Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay <br>Tenant for years, and centuries ; <br>How wilt thou brook't ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot tell ; <br>But if all sense wings not with thee, <br>And something still be left the dead, <br>I'll wish my curtains off, to free <br>Me from so dark and sad a bed : </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nest of nights, a gloomy sphere, <br>Where shadows thicken, and the cloud <br>Sits on the sun's brow all the year, <br>And nothing moves without a shroud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis so : but as thou saw'st that night <br>We travail'd in, our first attempts <br>Were dull and blind, but custom straight <br>Our fears and falls brought to contempt : </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, when the ghastly twelve was past, <br>We breath'd still for a blushing East, <br>And bade the lazy sun make haste, <br>And on sure hopes, though long, did feast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when we saw the clouds to crack, <br>And in those crannies light appear'd, <br>We thought the day then was not slack, <br>And pleas'd ourselves with what we fear'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just so it is in death. But thou <br>Shalt in thy mother's bosom sleep, <br>Whilst I each minute groan to know <br>How near Redemption creeps. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shall wee meet to mix again, and met, <br>'Tis last good-night ; our Sun shall never set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">JOB, CAP. IO. VER. 21, 22.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the <br>land of darkness, and the shadow of death ;<br>A Land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the <br>shadow of death, without any order, and where the <br>light is as darkness.</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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'TIS a sad Land, that in one day 
Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze 
Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay 
Tenant for years, and centuries ; 
How wilt thou brook't ? 


Body.

I cannot tell ; 
But if all sense wings not with t..."></div>
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