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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mystery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river hemmed with leaning trees<br>Wound through its meadows green;<br>A low, blue line of mountains showed<br>The open pines between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One sharp, tall peak above them all<br>Clear into sunlight sprang<br>I saw the river of my dreams,<br>The mountains that I sang!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No clue of memory led me on,<br>But well the ways I knew;<br>A feeling of familiar things<br>With every footstep grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not otherwise above its crag<br>Could lean the blasted pine;<br>Not otherwise the maple hold<br>Aloft its red ensign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So up the long and shorn foot-hills<br>The mountain road should creep;<br>So, green and low, the meadow fold<br>Its red-haired kine asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river wound as it should wind;<br>Their place the mountains took;<br>The white torn fringes of their clouds<br>Wore no unwonted look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ne'er before that river's rim<br>Was pressed by feet of mine,<br>Never before mine eyes had crossed<br>That broken mountain line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A presence, strange at once and known,<br>Walked with me as my guide;<br>The skirts of some forgotten life<br>Trailed noiseless at my side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it a dim-remembered dream?<br>Or glimpse through ions old?<br>The secret which the mountains kept<br>The river never told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from the vision ere it passed<br>A tender hope I drew,<br>And, pleasant as a dawn of spring,<br>The thought within me grew,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That love would temper every change,<br>And soften all surprise,<br>And, misty with the dreams of earth,<br>The hills of Heaven arise.</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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Wound through its meadows green;
A low, blue line of mountains showed
The open pines between.

One sharp, tall peak above them all
Clear into sunlight sprang
I saw the river of my dreams,
The mountains that I sa..."></div>
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