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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Soul And I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark<br>I would question thee,<br>Alone in the shadow drear and stark<br>With God and me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, my soul, was thy errand here?<br>Was it mirth or ease,<br>Or heaping up dust from year to year?<br>'Nay, none of these!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speak, soul, aright in His holy sight<br>Whose eye looks still<br>And steadily on thee through the night<br>'To do His will!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What hast thou done, O soul of mine,<br>That thou tremblest so?<br>Hast thou wrought His task, and kept the line<br>He bade thee go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aha! thou tremblest!--well I see<br>Thou 'rt craven grown.<br>Is it so hard with God and me<br>To stand alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summon thy sunshine bravery back,<br>O wretched sprite!<br>Let me hear thy voice through this deep and black<br>Abysmal night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What hast thou wrought for Right and Truth,<br>For God and Man,<br>From the golden hours of bright-eyed youth<br>To life's mid span?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, silent all! art sad of cheer?<br>Art fearful now?<br>When God seemed far and men were near,<br>How brave wert thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, soul of mine, thy tones I hear,<br>But weak and low,<br>Like far sad murmurs on my ear<br>They come and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have wrestled stoutly with the Wrong,<br>And borne the Right<br>From beneath the footfall of the throng<br>To life and light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wherever Freedom shivered a chain,<br>God speed, quoth I;<br>To Error amidst her shouting train<br>I gave the lie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, soul of mine! ah, soul of mine!<br>Thy deeds are well:<br>Were they wrought for Truth's sake or for thine?<br>My soul, pray tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of all the work my hand hath wrought<br>Beneath the sky,<br>Save a place in kindly human thought,<br>No gain have I.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go to, go to! for thy very self<br>Thy deeds were done<br>Thou for fame, the miser for pelf,<br>Your end is one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And where art thou going, soul of mine?<br>Canst see the end?<br>And whither this troubled life of thine<br>Evermore doth tend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What daunts thee now? what shakes thee so?<br>My sad soul say.<br>'I see a cloud like a curtain low<br>Hang o'er my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whither I go I cannot tell<br>That cloud hangs black,<br>High as the heaven and deep as hell<br>Across my track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I see its shadow coldly enwrap<br>The souls before.<br>Sadly they enter it, step by step,<br>To return no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They shrink, they shudder, dear God! they kneel<br>To Thee in prayer.<br>They shut their eyes on the cloud, but feel<br>That it still is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In vain they turn from the dread Before<br>To the Known and Gone;<br>For while gazing behind them evermore<br>Their feet glide on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet, at times, I see upon sweet pale faces<br>A light begin<br>To tremble, as if from holy places<br>And shrines within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And at times methinks their cold lips move<br>With hymn and prayer,<br>As if somewhat of awe, but more of love<br>And hope were there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I call on the souls who have left the light<br>To reveal their lot;<br>I bend mine ear to that wall of night,<br>And they answer not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I hear around me sighs of pain<br>And the cry of fear,<br>And a sound like the slow sad dropping of rain,<br>Each drop a tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, the cloud is dark, and day by day<br>I am moving thither<br>I must pass beneath it on my way--<br>God pity me!--whither?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, soul of mine! so brave and wise<br>In the life-storm loud,<br>Fronting so calmly all human eyes<br>In the sunlit crowd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now standing apart with God and me<br>Thou art weakness all,<br>Gazing vainly after the things to be<br>Through Death's dread wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never for this, never for this<br>Was thy being lent;<br>For the craven's fear is but selfishness,<br>Like his merriment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Folly and Fear are sisters twain<br>One closing her eyes.<br>The other peopling the dark inane<br>With spectral lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know well, my soul, God's hand controls<br>Whate'er thou fearest;<br>Round Him in calmest music rolls<br>Whate'er thou Nearest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What to thee is shadow, to Him is day,<br>And the end He knoweth,<br>And not on a blind and aimless way<br>The spirit goeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man sees no future,--a phantom show<br>Is alone before him;<br>Past Time is dead, and the grasses grow,<br>And flowers bloom o'er him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing before, nothing behind;<br>The steps of Faith<br>Fall on the seeming void, and find<br>The rock beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Present, the Present is all thou hast<br>For thy sure possessing;<br>Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast<br>Till it gives its blessing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why fear the night? why shrink from Death;<br>That phantom wan?<br>There is nothing in heaven or earth beneath<br>Save God and man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peopling the shadows we turn from Him<br>And from one another;<br>All is spectral and vague and dim<br>Save God and our brother!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like warp and woof all destinies<br>Are woven fast,<br>Linked in sympathy like the keys<br>Of an organ vast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar;<br>Break but one<br>Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar<br>Through all will run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O restless spirit! wherefore strain<br>Beyond thy sphere?<br>Heaven and hell, with their joy and pain,<br>Are now and here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to thyself is measured well<br>All thou hast given;<br>Thy neighbor's wrong is thy present hell,<br>His bliss, thy heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in life, in death, in dark and light,<br>All are in God's care<br>Sound the black abyss, pierce the deep of night,<br>And He is there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All which is real now remaineth,<br>And fadeth never<br>The hand which upholds it now sustaineth<br>The soul forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness<br>His own thy will,<br>And with strength from Him shall thy utter weakness<br>Life's task fulfil;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that cloud itself, which now before thee<br>Lies dark in view,<br>Shall with beams of light from the inner glory<br>Be stricken through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like meadow mist through autumn's dawn<br>Uprolling thin,<br>Its thickest folds when about thee drawn<br>Let sunlight in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then of what is to be, and of what is done,<br>Why queriest thou?<br>The past and the time to be are one,<br>And both are now!</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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I would question thee,
Alone in the shadow drear and stark
With God and me!

What, my soul, was thy errand here?
Was it mirth or ease,
Or heaping up dust from year to year?
'Nay, none of these!'

Speak, sou..."></div>
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