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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another hand is beckoning us,<br>Another call is given;<br>And glows once more with Angel-steps<br>The path which reaches Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our young and gentle friend, whose smile<br>Made brighter summer hours,<br>Amid the frosts of autumn time<br>Has left us with the flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No paling of the cheek of bloom<br>Forewarned us of decay;<br>No shadow from the Silent Land<br>Fell round our sister's way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light of her young life went down,<br>As sinks behind the hill<br>The glory of a setting star,<br>Clear, suddenly, and still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As pure and sweet, her fair brow seemed<br>Eternal as the sky;<br>And like the brook's low song, her voice,--<br>A sound which could not die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And half we deemed she needed not<br>The changing of her sphere,<br>To give to Heaven a Shining One,<br>Who walked an Angel here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blessing of her quiet life<br>Fell on us like the dew;<br>And good thoughts where her footsteps pressed<br>Like fairy blossoms grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds<br>Were in her very look;<br>We read her face, as one who reads<br>A true and holy book,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The measure of a blessed hymn,<br>To which our hearts could move;<br>The breathing of an inward psalm,<br>A canticle of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We miss her in the place of prayer,<br>And by the hearth-fire's light;<br>We pause beside her door to hear<br>Once more her sweet 'Good-night!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There seems a shadow on the day,<br>Her smile no longer cheers;<br>A dimness on the stars of night,<br>Like eyes that look through tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone unto our Father's will<br>One thought hath reconciled;<br>That He whose love exceedeth ours<br>Hath taken home His child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fold her, O Father! in Thine arms,<br>And let her henceforth be<br>A messenger of love between<br>Our human hearts and Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still let her mild rebuking stand<br>Between us and the wrong,<br>And her dear memory serve to make<br>Our faith in Goodness strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And grant that she who, trembling, here<br>Distrusted all her powers,<br>May welcome to her holier home<br>The well-beloved of ours.</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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Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.

Our young and gentle friend, whose smile
Made brighter summer hours,
Amid the frosts of autumn time
Has left us with the flow..."></div>
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