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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Thanks,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is said that in the Holy Land<br>The angels of the place have blessed<br>The pilgrim's bed of desert sand,<br>Like Jacob's stone of rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That down the hush of Syrian skies<br>Some sweet-voiced saint at twilight sings<br>The song whose holy symphonies<br>Are beat by unseen wings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till starting from his sandy bed,<br>The wayworn wanderer looks to see<br>The halo of an angel's head<br>Shine through the tamarisk-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So through the shadows of my way<br>Thy smile hath fallen soft and clear,<br>So at the weary close of day<br>Hath seemed thy voice of cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That pilgrim pressing to his goal<br>May pause not for the vision's sake,<br>Yet all fair things within his soul<br>The thought of it shall wake:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The graceful palm-tree by the well,<br>Seen on the far horizon's rim;<br>The dark eyes of the fleet gazelle,<br>Bent timidly on him;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each pictured saint, whose golden hair<br>Streams sunlike through the convent's gloom;<br>Pale shrines of martyrs young and fair,<br>And loving Mary's tomb;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus each tint or shade which falls,<br>From sunset cloud or waving tree,<br>Along my pilgrim path, recalls<br>The pleasant thought of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of one in sun and shade the same,<br>In weal and woe my steady friend,<br>Whatever by that holy name<br>The angels comprehend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not blind to faults and follies, thou<br>Hast never failed the good to see,<br>Nor judged by one unseemly bough<br>The upward-struggling tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These light leaves at thy feet I lay,--<br>Poor common thoughts on common things,<br>Which time is shaking, day by day,<br>Like feathers from his wings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chance shootings from a frail life-tree,<br>To nurturing care but little known,<br>Their good was partly learned of thee,<br>Their folly is my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That tree still clasps the kindly mould,<br>Its leaves still drink the twilight dew,<br>And weaving its pale green with gold,<br>Still shines the sunlight through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There still the morning zephyrs play,<br>And there at times the spring bird sings,<br>And mossy trunk and fading spray<br>Are flowered with glossy wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, even in genial sun and rain,<br>Root, branch, and leaflet fail and fade;<br>The wanderer on its lonely plain<br>Erelong shall miss its shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O friend beloved, whose curious skill<br>Keeps bright the last year's leaves and flowers,<br>With warm, glad, summer thoughts to fill<br>The cold, dark, winter hours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pressed on thy heart, the leaves I bring<br>May well defy the wintry cold,<br>Until, in Heaven's eternal spring,<br>Life's fairer ones unfold.</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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'T is said that in the Holy Land
The angels of the place have blessed
The pilgrim's bed of desert sand,
Like Jacob's stone of rest.

That down the hush of Syrian skies
Some sweet-voiced saint at twi..."></div>
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