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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Fireside : Resignation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no flock, however watched and tended,<br>But one dead lamb is there!<br>There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,<br>But has one vacant chair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air is full of farewells to the dying,<br>And mournings for the dead;<br>The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,<br>Will not be comforted! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us be patient! These severe afflictions<br>Not from the ground arise,<br>But oftentimes celestial benedictions<br>Assume this dark disguise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;<br>Amid these earthly damps<br>What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers<br>May be heaven's distant lamps. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no Death! What seems so is transition;<br>This life of mortal breath<br>Is but a suburb of the life elysian,<br>Whose portal we call Death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not dead,--the child of our affection,--<br>But gone unto that school<br>Where she no longer needs our poor protection,<br>And Christ himself doth rule. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,<br>By guardian angels led,<br>Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,<br>She lives, whom we call dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day after day we think what she is doing<br>In those bright realms of air;<br>Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,<br>Behold her grown more fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken<br>The bond which nature gives,<br>Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,<br>May reach her where she lives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not as a child shall we again behold her;<br>For when with raptures wild<br>In our embraces we again enfold her,<br>She will not be a child; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,<br>Clothed with celestial grace;<br>And beautiful with all the soul's expansion<br>Shall we behold her face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though at times impetuous with emotion<br>And anguish long suppressed,<br>The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,<br>That cannot be at rest,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We will be patient, and assuage the feeling<br>We may not wholly stay;<br>By silence sanctifying, not concealing,<br>The grief that must have way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair! 

The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel, for her ch..."></div>
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