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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my dream, methought I trod,<br>Yesternight, a mountain road;<br>Narrow as Al Sirat's span,<br>High as eagle's flight, it ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Overhead, a roof of cloud<br>With its weight of thunder bowed;<br>Underneath, to left and right,<br>Blankness and abysmal night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here and there a wild-flower blushed,<br>Now and then a bird-song gushed;<br>Now and then, through rifts of shade,<br>Stars shone out, and sunbeams played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the goodly company,<br>Walking in that path with me,<br>One by one the brink o'erslid,<br>One by one the darkness hid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some with wailing and lament,<br>Some with cheerful courage went;<br>But, of all who smiled or mourned,<br>Never one to us returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anxiously, with eye and ear,<br>Questioning that shadow drear,<br>Never hand in token stirred,<br>Never answering voice I heard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steeper, darker!--lo! I felt<br>From my feet the pathway melt.<br>Swallowed by the black despair,<br>And the hungry jaws of air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past the stony-throated caves,<br>Strangled by the wash of waves,<br>Past the splintered crags, I sank<br>On a green and flowery bank,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft as fall of thistle-down,<br>Lightly as a cloud is blown,<br>Soothingly as childhood pressed<br>To the bosom of its rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the sharp-horned rocks instead,<br>Green the grassy meadows spread,<br>Bright with waters singing by<br>Trees that propped a golden sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Painless, trustful, sorrow-free,<br>Old lost faces welcomed me,<br>With whose sweetness of content<br>Still expectant hope was blent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waking while the dawning gray<br>Slowly brightened into day,<br>Pondering that vision fled,<br>Thus unto myself I said:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Steep and hung with clouds of strife<br>Is our narrow path of life;<br>And our death the dreaded fall<br>Through the dark, awaiting all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So, with painful steps we climb<br>Up the dizzy ways of time,<br>Ever in the shadow shed<br>By the forecast of our dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Dread of mystery solved alone,<br>Of the untried and unknown;<br>Yet the end thereof may seem<br>Like the falling of my dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And this heart-consuming care,<br>All our fears of here or there,<br>Change and absence, loss and death,<br>Prove but simple lack of faith.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, O Most Compassionate!<br>Who didst stoop to our estate,<br>Drinking of the cup we drain,<br>Treading in our path of pain,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the doubt and mystery,<br>Grant to us thy steps to see,<br>And the grace to draw from thence<br>Larger hope and confidence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Show thy vacant tomb, and let,<br>As of old, the angels sit,<br>Whispering, by its open door<br>'Fear not! He hath gone before!'</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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Yesternight, a mountain road;
Narrow as Al Sirat's span,
High as eagle's flight, it ran.

Overhead, a roof of cloud
With its weight of thunder bowed;
Underneath, to left and right,
Blankness and abysmal night.

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