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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420582" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Psalm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mourn no more my vanished years<br>Beneath a tender rain,<br>An April rain of smiles and tears,<br>My heart is young again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The west-winds blow, and, singing low,<br>I hear the glad streams run;<br>The windows of my soul I throw<br>Wide open to the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer forward nor behind<br>I look in hope or fear;<br>But, grateful, take the good I find,<br>The best of now and here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plough no more a desert land,<br>To harvest weed and tare;<br>The manna dropping from God's hand<br>Rebukes my painful care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I break my pilgrim staff, I lay<br>Aside the toiling oar;<br>The angel sought so far away<br>I welcome at my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The airs of spring may never play<br>Among the ripening corn,<br>Nor freshness of the flowers of May<br>Blow through the autumn morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look<br>Through fringed lids to heaven,<br>And the pale aster in the brook<br>Shall see its image given;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woods shall wear their robes of praise,<br>The south-wind softly sigh,<br>And sweet, calm days in golden haze<br>Melt down the amber sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not less shall manly deed and word<br>Rebuke an age of wrong;<br>The graven flowers that wreathe the sword<br>Make not the blade less strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But smiting hands shall learn to heal,--<br>To build as to destroy;<br>Nor less my heart for others feel<br>That I the more enjoy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All as God wills, who wisely heeds<br>To give or to withhold,<br>And knoweth more of all my needs<br>Than all my prayers have told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough that blessings undeserved<br>Have marked my erring track;<br>That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved,<br>His chastening turned me back;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That more and more a Providence<br>Of love is understood,<br>Making the springs of time and sense<br>Sweet with eternal good;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That death seems but a covered way<br>Which opens into light,<br>Wherein no blinded child can stray<br>Beyond the Father's sight;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That care and trial seem at last,<br>Through Memory's sunset air,<br>Like mountain-ranges overpast,<br>In purple distance fair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That all the jarring notes of life<br>Seem blending in a psalm,<br>And all the angles of its strife<br>Slow rounding into calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the shadows fall apart,<br>And so the west-winds play;<br>And all the windows of my heart<br>I open to the day.</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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Beneath a tender rain,
An April rain of smiles and tears,
My heart is young again.

The west-winds blow, and, singing low,
I hear the glad streams run;
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.

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