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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Birthday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the moonlight and the snow<br>Lies dead my latest year;<br>The winter winds are wailing low<br>Its dirges in my ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grieve not with the moaning wind<br>As if a loss befell;<br>Before me, even as behind,<br>God is, and all is well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His light shines on me from above,<br>His low voice speaks within,--<br>The patience of immortal love<br>Outwearying mortal sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not mindless of the growing years<br>Of care and loss and pain,<br>My eyes are wet with thankful tears<br>For blessings which remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If dim the gold of life has grown,<br>I will not count it dross,<br>Nor turn from treasures still my own<br>To sigh for lack and loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years no charm from Nature take;<br>As sweet her voices call,<br>As beautiful her mornings break,<br>As fair her evenings fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love watches o'er my quiet ways,<br>Kind voices speak my name,<br>And lips that find it hard to praise<br>Are slow, at least, to blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How softly ebb the tides of will!<br>How fields, once lost or won,<br>Now lie behind me green and still<br>Beneath a level sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How hushed the hiss of party hate,<br>The clamor of the throng!<br>How old, harsh voices of debate<br>Flow into rhythmic song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks the spirit's temper grows<br>Too soft in this still air;<br>Somewhat the restful heart foregoes<br>Of needed watch and prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bark by tempest vainly tossed<br>May founder in the calm,<br>And he who braved the polar frost<br>Faint by the isles of balm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better than self-indulgent years<br>The outflung heart of youth,<br>Than pleasant songs in idle ears<br>The tumult of the truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rest for the weary hands is good,<br>And love for hearts that pine,<br>But let the manly habitude<br>Of upright souls be mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let winds that blow from heaven refresh,<br>Dear Lord, the languid air;<br>And let the weakness of the flesh<br>Thy strength of spirit share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, if the eye must fail of light,<br>The ear forget to hear,<br>Make clearer still the spirit's sight,<br>More fine the inward ear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be near me in mine hours of need<br>To soothe, or cheer, or warn,<br>And down these slopes of sunset lead<br>As up the hills of morn!</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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Lies dead my latest year;
The winter winds are wailing low
Its dirges in my ear.

I grieve not with the moaning wind
As if a loss befell;
Before me, even as behind,
God is, and all is well!

His light shines on m..."></div>
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