<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Autograph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I write my name as one, <br>On sands by waves o'errun <br>Or winter's frosted pane, <br>Traces a record vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oblivion's blankness claims <br>Wiser and better names, <br>And well my own may pass <br>As from the strand or glass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wash on, O waves of time! <br>Melt, noons, the frosty rime! <br>Welcome the shadow vast, <br>The silence that shall last! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I and all who know <br>And love me vanish so, <br>What harm to them or me <br>Will the lost memory be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If any words of mine, <br>Through right of life divine, <br>Remain, what matters it <br>Whose hand the message writ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should the &quot;crowner's quest&quot; <br>Sit on my worst or best? <br>Why should the showman claim <br>The poor ghost of my name? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, as when dies a sound <br>Its spectre lingers round, <br>Haply my spent life will <br>Leave some faint echo still. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A whisper giving breath <br>Of praise or blame to death, <br>Soothing or saddening such <br>As loved the living much. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore with yearnings vain <br>And fond I still would fain <br>A kindly judgment seek, <br>A tender thought bespeak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, while my words are read, <br>Let this at least be said: <br>&quot;Whate'er his life's defeatures, <br>He loved his fellow-creatures. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;If, of the Law's stone table, <br>To hold he scarce was able <br>The first great precept fast, <br>He kept for man the last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Through mortal lapse and dulness <br>What lacks the Eternal Fulness, <br>If still our weakness can <br>Love Him in loving man? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Age brought him no despairing <br>Of the world's future faring; <br>In human nature still <br>He found more good than ill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To all who dumbly suffered, <br>His tongue and pen he offered; <br>His life was not his own, <br>Nor lived for self alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Hater of din and riot <br>He lived in days unquiet; <br>And, lover of all beauty, <br>Trod the hard ways of duty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He meant no wrong to any <br>He sought the good of many, <br>Yet knew both sin and folly, -- <br>May God forgive him wholly!&quot;</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420438" data-title="An Autograph de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="I write my name as one, On sands by waves o'errun Or winter's frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion's blankness claims Wiser and better names, And well my own may pass As from the strand or glass. Wash on, O waves of time! Melt, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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