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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ladder of St. Augustine, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,<br> That of our vices we can frame<br>A ladder, if we will but tread<br> Beneath our feet each deed of shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All common things, each day's events,<br> That with the hour begin and end,<br>Our pleasures and our discontents,<br> Are rounds by which we may ascend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The low desire, the base design,<br> That makes another's virtues less;<br>The revel of the ruddy wine,<br> And all occasions of excess;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The longing for ignoble things;<br> The strife for triumph more than truth;<br>The hardening of the heart, that brings<br> Irreverence for the dreams of youth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,<br> That have their root in thoughts of ill;<br>Whatever hinders or impedes<br> The action of the nobler will;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All these must first be trampled down<br> Beneath our feet, if we would gain<br>In the bright fields of fair renown<br> The right of eminent domain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have not wings, we cannot soar;<br> But we have feet to scale and climb<br>By slow degrees, by more and more,<br> The cloudy summits of our time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mighty pyramids of stone<br> That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,<br>When nearer seen, and better known,<br> Are but gigantic flights of stairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The distant mountains, that uprear<br> Their solid bastions to the skies,<br>Are crossed by pathways, that appear<br> As we to higher levels rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heights by great men reached and kept<br> Were not attained by sudden flight,<br>But they, while their companions slept,<br> Were toiling upward in the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Standing on what too long we bore<br> With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,<br>We may discern--unseen before--<br> A path to higher destinies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor deem the irrevocable Past,<br> As wholly wasted, wholly vain,<br>If, rising on its wrecks, at last<br> To something nobler we attain.</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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 That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
 Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

All common things, each day's events,
 That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,..."></div>
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