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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420585" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Triumph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The autumn-time has come; <br>On woods that dream of bloom, <br>And over purpling vines, <br>The low sun fainter shines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The aster-flower is failing, <br>The hazel's gold is paling; <br>Yet overhead more near <br>The eternal stars appear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And present gratitude <br>Insures the future's good, <br>And for the things I see <br>I trust the things to be; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That in the paths untrod, <br>And the long days of God, <br>My feet shall still be led, <br>My heart be comforted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O living friends who love me! <br>O dear ones gone above me! <br>Careless of other fame, <br>I leave to you my name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hide it from idle praises, <br>Save it from evil phrases: <br>Why, when dear lips that spake it <br>Are dumb, should strangers wake it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the thick curtain fall; <br>I better know than all <br>How little I have gained, <br>How vast the unattained. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not by the page word-painted <br>Let life be banned or sainted: <br>Deeper than written scroll <br>The colors of the soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweeter than any sung <br>My songs that found no tongue; <br>Nobler than any fact <br>My wish that failed of act. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others shall sing the song, <br>Others shall right the wrong, -- <br>Finish what I begin, <br>And all I fail of win. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter, I or they? <br>Mine or another's day, <br>So the right word be said <br>And life the sweeter made? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail to the coming singers! <br>Hail to the brave light-bringers! <br>Forward I reach and share <br>All that they sing and dare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The airs of heaven blow o'er me; <br>A glory shines before me <br>Of what mankind shall be, -- <br>Pure, generous, brave, and free. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dream of man and woman <br>Diviner but still human, <br>Solving the riddle old, <br>Shaping the Age of Gold! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love of God and neighbor; <br>An equal-handed labor; <br>The richer life, where beauty <br>Walks hand in hand with duty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ring, bells in unreared steeples, <br>The joy of unborn peoples! <br>Sound, trumpets far off blown, <br>Your triumph is my own! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parcel and part of all, <br>I keep the festival, <br>Fore-reach the good to be, <br>And share the victory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel the earth move sunward, <br>I join the great march onward, <br>And take, by faith, while living, <br>My freehold of thanksgiving.</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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On woods that dream of bloom, 
And over purpling vines, 
The low sun fainter shines. 

The aster-flower is failing, 
The hazel's gold is paling; 
Yet overhead more near 
The eternal stars appear! 

And present gratitude ..."></div>
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