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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420414" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Memorial</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,<br>The solemn vista to the tomb<br>Must know henceforth another shadow,<br>And give another cypress room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In love surpassing that of brothers,<br>We walked, O friend, from childhood's day;<br>And, looking back o'er fifty summers,<br>Our footprints track a common way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One in our faith, and one our longing<br>To make the world within our reach<br>Somewhat the better for our living,<br>And gladder for our human speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou heard'st with me the far-off voices,<br>The old beguiling song of fame,<br>But life to thee was warm and present,<br>And love was better than a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To homely joys and loves and friendships<br>Thy genial nature fondly clung;<br>And so the shadow on the dial<br>Ran back and left thee always young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who could blame the generous weakness<br>Which, only to thyself unjust,<br>So overprized the worth of others,<br>And dwarfed thy own with self-distrust?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All hearts grew warmer in the presence<br>Of one who, seeking not his own,<br>Gave freely for the love of giving,<br>Nor reaped for self the harvest sown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude<br>Of generous deeds and kindly words;<br>In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers,<br>Open to sunrise and the birds;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The task was thine to mould and fashion<br>Life's plastic newness into grace<br>To make the boyish heart heroic,<br>And light with thought the maiden's face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er all the land, in town and prairie,<br>With bended heads of mourning, stand<br>The living forms that owe their beauty<br>And fitness to thy shaping hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy call has come in ripened manhood,<br>The noonday calm of heart and mind,<br>While I, who dreamed of thy remaining<br>To mourn me, linger still behind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Live on, to own, with self-upbraiding,<br>A debt of love still due from me,--<br>The vain remembrance of occasions,<br>Forever lost, of serving thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was not mine among thy kindred<br>To join the silent funeral prayers,<br>But all that long sad day of summer<br>My tears of mourning dropped with theirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow,<br>The birds forgot their merry trills<br>All day I heard the pines lamenting<br>With thine upon thy homestead hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green be those hillside pines forever,<br>And green the meadowy lowlands be,<br>And green the old memorial beeches,<br>Name-carven in the woods of Lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still let them greet thy life companions<br>Who thither turn their pilgrim feet,<br>In every mossy line recalling<br>A tender memory sadly sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O friend! if thought and sense avail not<br>To know thee henceforth as thou art,<br>That all is well with thee forever<br>I trust the instincts of my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine be the quiet habitations,<br>Thine the green pastures, blossom-sown,<br>And smiles of saintly recognition,<br>As sweet and tender as thy own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou com'st not from the hush and shadow<br>To meet us, but to thee we come,<br>With thee we never can be strangers,<br>And where thou art must still be home.</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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The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.

In love surpassing that of brothers,
We walked, O friend, from childhood's day;
And, looking back o'er fifty sum..."></div>
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