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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,<br>Across the charmed bay<br>Whose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountains<br>Perpetual holiday,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A king lies dead, his wafer duly eaten,<br>His gold-bought masses given;<br>And Rome's great altar smokes with gums to sweeten<br>Her foulest gift to Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while all Naples thrills with mute thanksgiving,<br>The court of England's queen<br>For the dead monster so abhorred while living<br>In mourning garb is seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a true sorrow God rebukes that feigning;<br>By lone Edgbaston's side<br>Stands a great city in the sky's sad raining,<br>Bareheaded and wet-eyed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent for once the restless hive of labor,<br>Save the low funeral tread,<br>Or voice of craftsman whispering to his neighbor<br>The good deeds of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For him no minster's chant of the immortals<br>Rose from the lips of sin;<br>No mitred priest swung back the heavenly portals<br>To let the white soul in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Age and Sickness framed their tearful faces<br>In the low hovel's door,<br>And prayers went up from all the dark by-places<br>And Ghettos of the poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pallid toiler and the negro chattel,<br>The vagrant of the street,<br>The human dice wherewith in games of battle<br>The lords of earth compete,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Touched with a grief that needs no outward draping,<br>All swelled the long lament,<br>Of grateful hearts, instead of marble, shaping<br>His viewless monument!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For never yet, with ritual pomp and splendor,<br>In the long heretofore,<br>A heart more loyal, warm, and true, and tender,<br>Has England's turf closed o'er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if there fell from out her grand old steeples<br>No crash of brazen wail,<br>The murmurous woe of kindreds, tongues, and peoples<br>Swept in on every gale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It came from Holstein's birchen-belted meadows,<br>And from the tropic calms<br>Of Indian islands in the sunlit shadows<br>Of Occidental palms;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the locked roadsteads of the Bothniaii peasants,<br>And harbors of the Finn,<br>Where war's worn victims saw his gentle presence<br>Come sailing, Christ-like, in,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To seek the lost, to build the old waste places,<br>To link the hostile shores<br>Of severing seas, and sow with England's daisies<br>The moss of Finland's moors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks for the good man's beautiful example,<br>Who in the vilest saw<br>Some sacred crypt or altar of a temple<br>Still vocal with God's law;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And heard with tender ear the spirit sighing<br>As from its prison cell,<br>Praying for pity, like the mournful crying<br>Of Jonah out of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not his the golden pen's or lip's persuasion,<br>But a fine sense of right,<br>And Truth's directness, meeting each occasion<br>Straight as a line of light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His faith and works, like streams that intermingle,<br>In the same channel ran<br>The crystal clearness of an eye kept single<br>Shamed all the frauds of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very gentlest of all human natures<br>He joined to courage strong,<br>And love outreaching unto all God's creatures<br>With sturdy hate of wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tender as woman, manliness and meekness<br>In him were so allied<br>That they who judged him by his strength or weakness<br>Saw but a single side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men failed, betrayed him, but his zeal seemed nourished<br>By failure and by fall;<br>Still a large faith in human-kind he cherished,<br>And in God's love for all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he rests: his greatness and his sweetness<br>No more shall seem at strife,<br>And death has moulded into calm completeness<br>The statue of his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the dews glisten and the songbirds warble,<br>His dust to dust is laid,<br>In Nature's keeping, with no pomp of marble<br>To shame his modest shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forges glow, the hammers all are ringing;<br>Beneath its smoky vale,<br>Hard by, the city of his love is swinging<br>Its clamorous iron flail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But round his grave are quietude and beauty,<br>And the sweet heaven above,--<br>The fitting symbols of a life of duty<br>Transfigured into love!</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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Across the charmed bay
Whose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountains
Perpetual holiday,

A king lies dead, his wafer duly eaten,
His gold-bought masses given;
And Rome's great altar smokes ..."></div>
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