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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chalkey Hall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze<br>To him who flies<br>From crowded street and red wall's weary gleam,<br>Till far behind him like a hideous dream<br>The close dark city lies<br>Here, while the market murmurs, while men throng<br>The marble floor<br>Of Mammon's altar, from the crush and din<br>Of the world's madness let me gather in<br>My better thoughts once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, once again revive, while on my ear<br>The cry of Gain<br>And low hoarse hum of Traffic die away,<br>Ye blessed memories of my early day<br>Like sere grass wet with rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more let God's green earth and sunset air<br>Old feelings waken;<br>Through weary years of toil and strife and ill,<br>Oh, let me feel that my good angel still<br>Hath not his trust forsaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And well do time and place befit my mood<br>Beneath the arms<br>Of this embracing wood, a good man made<br>His home, like Abraham resting in the shade<br>Of Mamre's lonely palms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, rich with autumn gifts of countless years,<br>The virgin soil<br>Turned from the share he guided, and in rain<br>And summer sunshine throve the fruits and grain<br>Which blessed his honest toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, from his voyages on the stormy seas,<br>Weary and worn,<br>He came to meet his children and to bless<br>The Giver of all good in thankfulness<br>And praise for his return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here his neighbors gathered in to greet<br>Their friend again,<br>Safe from the wave and the destroying gales,<br>Which reap untimely green Bermuda's vales,<br>And vex the Carib main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hear the good man tell of simple truth,<br>Sown in an hour<br>Of weakness in some far-off Indian isle,<br>From the parched bosom of a barren soil,<br>Raised up in life and power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How at those gatherings in Barbadian vales,<br>A tendering love<br>Came o'er him, like the gentle rain from heaven,<br>And words of fitness to his lips were given,<br>And strength as from above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the sad captive listened to the Word,<br>Until his chain<br>Grew lighter, and his wounded spirit felt<br>The healing balm of consolation melt<br>Upon its life-long pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the armed warrior sat him down to hear<br>Of Peace and Truth,<br>And the proud ruler and his Creole dame,<br>Jewelled and gorgeous in her beauty came,<br>And fair and bright-eyed youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, far away beneath New England's sky,<br>Even when a boy,<br>Following my plough by Merrimac's green shore,<br>His simple record I have pondered o'er<br>With deep and quiet joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hence this scene, in sunset glory warm,--<br>Its woods around,<br>Its still stream winding on in light and shade,<br>Its soft, green meadows and its upland glade,--<br>To me is holy ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dearer far than haunts where Genius keeps<br>His vigils still;<br>Than that where Avon's son of song is laid,<br>Or Vaucluse hallowed by its Petrarch's shade,<br>Or Virgil's laurelled hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the gray walls of fallen Paraclete,<br>To Juliet's urn,<br>Fair Arno and Sorrento's orange-grove,<br>Where Tasso sang, let young Romance and Love<br>Like brother pilgrims turn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here a deeper and serener charm<br>To all is given;<br>And blessed memories of the faithful dead<br>O'er wood and vale and meadow-stream have shed<br>The holy hues of Heaven!</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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To him who flies
From crowded street and red wall's weary gleam,
Till far behind him like a hideous dream
The close dark city lies
Here, while the market murmurs, while men throng
The marble floor
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