<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Fireside : The Singers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">God sent his Singers upon earth<br>With songs of sadness and of mirth,<br>That they might touch the hearts of men,<br>And bring them back to heaven again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first, a youth, with soul of fire,<br>Held in his hand a golden lyre;<br>Through groves he wandered, and by streams,<br>Playing the music of our dreams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second, with a bearded face,<br>Stood singing in the market-place,<br>And stirred with accents deep and loud<br>The hearts of all the listening crowd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gray old man, the third and last,<br>Sang in cathedrals dim and vast,<br>While the majestic organ rolled<br>Contrition from its mouths of gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who heard the Singers three<br>Disputed which the best might be;<br>For still their music seemed to start<br>Discordant echoes in each heart, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the great Master said, 'I see<br>No best in kind, but in degree;<br>I gave a various gift to each,<br>To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'These are the three great chords of might,<br>And he whose ear is tuned aright<br>Will hear no discord in the three,<br>But the most perfect harmony.'</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> <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=409384" data-title="By The Fireside : The Singers de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again. The first, a youth, with soul of fire, Held in his hand a golden lyre; Through groves he wandered, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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