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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Living</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To toil all day and lie worn-out at night;<br>To rise for all the years to slave and sleep,<br>And breed new broods to do no other thing<br>In toiling, bearing, breeding — life is this<br>To myriad men, too base for man or brute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To serve for common duty, while the brain<br>Is hot with high desire to be distinct;<br>To fill the sand-grain place among the stones<br>That build the social wall in million sameness,<br>Is life by leave, and death by insignificance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To live the morbid years, with dripping blood<br>Of sacrificial labor for a Thought;<br>To take the dearest hope and lay it down<br>Beneath the crushing wheels for love of Freedom;<br>To bear the sordid jeers of cant and trade,<br>And go on hewing for a far ideal, —<br>This were a life worth giving to a cause,<br>If cause be found so worth a martyr life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But highest life of man, nor work nor sacrifice,<br>But utter seeing of the things that be!<br>To pass amid the hurrying crowds, and watch<br>The hungry race for things of vulgar use;<br>To mark the growth of baser lines in men;<br>To note the bending to a servile rule;<br>To know the natural discord called disease<br>That rots like rust the blood and souls of men;<br>To test the wisdoms and philosophies by touch<br>Of that which is immutable, being clear,<br>The beam God opens to the poet's brain;<br>To see with eyes of pity laboring souls<br>Strive upward to the Freedom and the Truth,<br>And still be backward dragged by fear and ignorance;<br>To see the beauty of the world, and hear<br>The rising harmony of growth, whose shade<br>Of undertone is harmonized decay;<br>To know that love is life — that blood is one<br>And rushes to the union — that the heart<br>Is like a cup athirst for wine of love;<br>Who sees and feels this meaning utterly,<br>The wrong of law, the right of man, the natural truth.<br>Partaking not of selfish aims, withholding not<br>The word that strengthens and the hand that helps:<br>Who waits and sympathizes with the pettiest life,<br>And loves all things, and reaches up to God<br>With thanks and blessing — He alone is living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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In toiling, bearing, breeding — life is this
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