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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my bells toll a melancholy saddening sound<br>Calling the people to lend my final end their honest prayers<br>In some gloominess, more dreadful condolence and chilling cares<br>More hearking to the sermon's horrid round</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely the mind of every man in the mourning throng is closely bound<br>In some black spell; seeing that each other tears<br>Are shaded in self lament too, and gnawing fears<br>Sending a man to the grave is not a sight of glory crowned</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the bells drum my time; I should feel a damp<br>The same chill I felt when passing by a grave yard; did not I know<br>That all creatures are dying like an out burnt lamp<br>That all are now praying; sighing, wailing knowing their time to go<br>Into oblivion will come; and by their tombs fresh flowers will scent and will grow<br>For most humans without the glories of immortal lasting stamp</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Copy Rights 2010<br> All Rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413257" data-title="When I go de Isaac Ziv" data-description="When my bells toll a melancholy saddening sound Calling the people to lend my final end their honest prayers In some gloominess, more dreadful condolence and chilling cares More hearking to the sermon's horrid round Surely the mind of every man..."></div> </div> </div>
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