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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Rivers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;<br>So slowly that no human eye hath power<br>To see it move! Slowly in shine or shower<br>The painted ship above it, homeward bound,<br>Sails, but seems motionless, as if aground;<br>Yet both arrive at last; and in his tower<br>The slumberous watchman wakes and strikes the hour,<br>A mellow, measured, melancholy sound.<br>Midnight! the outpost of advancing day!<br>The frontier town and citadel of night!<br>The watershed of Time, from which the streams<br>Of Yesterday and To-morrow take their way,<br>One to the land of promise and of light,<br>One to the land of darkness and of dreams! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>O River of Yesterday, with current swift<br>Through chasms descending, and soon lost to sight,<br>I do not care to follow in their flight<br>The faded leaves, that on thy bosom drift!<br>O River of To-morrow, I uplift<br>Mine eyes, and thee I follow, as the night<br>Wanes into morning, and the dawning light<br>Broadens, and all the shadows fade and shift!<br>I follow, follow, where thy waters run<br>Through unfrequented, unfamiliar fields,<br>Fragrant with flowers and musical with song;<br>Still follow, follow; sure to meet the sun,<br>And confident, that what the future yields<br>Will be the right, unless myself be wrong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Yet not in vain, O River of Yesterday,<br>Through chasms of darkness to the deep descending,<br>I heard thee sobbing in the rain, and blending<br>Thy voice with other voices far away.<br>I called to thee, and yet thou wouldst not stay,<br>But turbulent, and with thyself contending,<br>And torrent-like thy force on pebbles spending,<br>Thou wouldst not listen to a poet's lay.<br>Thoughts, like a loud and sudden rush of wings,<br>Regrets and recollections of things past,<br>With hints and prophecies of things to be,<br>And inspirations, which, could they be things,<br>And stay with us, and we could hold them fast,<br>Were our good angels,--these I owe to thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>And thou, O River of To-morrow, flowing<br>Between thy narrow adamantine walls,<br>But beautiful, and white with waterfalls,<br>And wreaths of mist, like hands the pathway showing;<br>I hear the trumpets of the morning blowing,<br>I hear thy mighty voice, that calls and calls,<br>And see, as Ossian saw in Morven's halls,<br>Mysterious phantoms, coming, beckoning, going!<br>It is the mystery of the unknown<br>That fascinates us; we are children still,<br>Wayward and wistful; with one hand we cling<br>To the familiar things we call our own,<br>And with the other, resolute of will,<br>Grope in the dark for what the day will bring.</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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So slowly that no human eye hath power
To see it move! Slowly in shine or shower
The painted ship above it, homeward bound,
Sails, but seems motionless, as if aground;
Yet both arrive at last; and in ..."></div>
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