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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,<br>One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;<br>One heart from among us no longer shall thrill<br>With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep! lonely and lowly are slumbering now<br>The light of her glances, the pride of her brow;<br>Weep! sadly and long shall we listen in vain<br>To hear the soft tones of her welcome again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give our tears to the dead! For humanity's claim<br>From its silence and darkness is ever the same;<br>The hope of that world whose existence is bliss<br>May not stifle the tears of the mourners of this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, oh! if one glance the freed spirit can throw<br>On the scene of its troubled probation below,<br>Than the pride of the marble, the pomp of the dead,<br>To that glance will be dearer the tears which we shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, who can forget the mild light of her smile,<br>Over lips moved with music and feeling the while,<br>The eye's deep enchantment, dark, dream-like, and clear,<br>In the glow of its gladness, the shade of its tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the charm of her features, while over the whole<br>Played the hues of the heart and the sunshine of soul;<br>And the tones of her voice, like the music which seems<br>Murmured low in our ears by the Angel of dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But holier and dearer our memories hold<br>Those treasures of feeling, more precious than gold,<br>The love and the kindness and pity which gave<br>Fresh flowers for the bridal, green wreaths for the grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart ever open to Charity's claim,<br>Unmoved from its purpose by censure and blame,<br>While vainly alike on her eye and her ear<br>Fell the scorn of the heartless, the jesting and jeer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How true to our hearts was that beautiful sleeper<br>With smiles for the joyful, with tears for the weeper,<br>Yet, evermore prompt, whether mournful or gay,<br>With warnings in love to the passing astray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, though spotless herself, she could sorrow for them<br>Who sullied with evil the spirit's pure gem;<br>And a sigh or a tear could the erring reprove,<br>And the sting of reproof was still tempered by love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a cloud of the sunset, slow melting in heaven,<br>As a star that is lost when the daylight is given,<br>As a glad dream of slumber, which wakens in bliss,<br>She hath passed to the world of the holy from this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;
One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.

Weep! lonely and lowly are slumbering now
The light of he..."></div>
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