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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420411" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lay Of Old Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morning of the first sad Fall,<br>Poor Adam and his bride<br>Sat in the shade of Eden's wall--<br>But on the outer side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit<br>For the chaste garb of old;<br>He, sighing o'er his bitter fruit<br>For Eden's drupes of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind them, smiling in the morn,<br>Their forfeit garden lay,<br>Before them, wild with rock and thorn,<br>The desert stretched away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They heard the air above them fanned,<br>A light step on the sward,<br>And lo! they saw before them stand<br>The angel of the Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise,' he said, 'why look behind,<br>When hope is all before,<br>And patient hand and willing mind,<br>Your loss may yet restore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I leave with you a spell whose power<br>Can make the desert glad,<br>And call around you fruit and flower<br>As fair as Eden had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I clothe your hands with power to lift<br>The curse from off your soil;<br>Your very doom shall seem a gift,<br>Your loss a gain through Toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go, cheerful as yon humming-bees,<br>To labor as to play.'<br>White glimmering over Eden's trees<br>The angel passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pilgrims of the world went forth<br>Obedient to the word,<br>And found where'er they tilled the earth<br>A garden of the Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thorn-tree cast its evil fruit<br>And blushed with plum and pear,<br>And seeded grass and trodden root<br>Grew sweet beneath their care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We share our primal parents' fate,<br>And, in our turn and day,<br>Look back on Eden's sworded gate<br>As sad and lost as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still for us his native skies<br>The pitying Angel leaves,<br>And leads through Toil to Paradise<br>New Adams and new Eves!</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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Poor Adam and his bride
Sat in the shade of Eden's wall--
But on the outer side.

She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit
For the chaste garb of old;
He, sighing o'er his bitter fruit
For Eden's drupes of gold.

Behin..."></div>
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