<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,<br>Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,<br>Our hearts, in glad surprise,<br>To higher levels rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tidal wave of deeper souls<br>Into our inmost being rolls,<br>And lifts us unawares<br>Out of all meaner cares. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honor to those whose words or deeds<br>Thus help us in our daily needs,<br>And by their overflow<br>Raise us from what is low! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus thought I, as by night I read<br>Of the great army of the dead,<br>The trenches cold and damp,<br>The starved and frozen camp,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wounded from the battle-plain,<br>In dreary hospitals of pain,<br>The cheerless corridors,<br>The cold and stony floors. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! in that house of misery<br>A lady with a lamp I see<br>Pass through the glimmering gloom,<br>And flit from room to room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slow, as in a dream of bliss,<br>The speechless sufferer turns to kiss<br>Her shadow, as it falls<br>Upon the darkening walls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if a door in heaven should be<br>Opened and then closed suddenly,<br>The vision came and went,<br>The light shone and was spent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On England's annals, through the long<br>Hereafter of her speech and song,<br>That light its rays shall cast<br>From portals of the past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Lady with a Lamp shall stand<br>In the great history of the land,<br>A noble type of good,<br>Heroic womanhood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor even shall be wanting here<br>The palm, the lily, and the spear,<br>The symbols that of yore<br>Saint Filomena bore.</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=409568" data-title="Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares. Honor to thos..."></div> </div> </div>

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