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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer By The Lakeside: Lake Winnipesaukee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. NOON.<br>White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,<br>Light mists, whose soft embraces keep<br>The sunshine on the hills asleep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O isles of calm! O dark, still wood!<br>And stiller skies that overbrood<br>Your rest with deeper quietude!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through<br>Yon mountain gaps, my longing view<br>Beyond the purple and the blue,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To stiller sea and greener land,<br>And softer lights and airs more bland,<br>And skies,--the hollow of God's hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Transfused through you, O mountain friends!<br>With mine your solemn spirit blends,<br>And life no more hath separate ends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read each misty mountain sign,<br>I know the voice of wave and pine,<br>And I am yours, and ye are mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's burdens fall, its discords cease,<br>I lapse into the glad release<br>Of Nature's own exceeding peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O welcome calm of heart and mind!<br>As falls yon fir-tree's loosened rind<br>To leave a tenderer growth behind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fall the weary years away;<br>A child again, my head I lay<br>Upon the lap of this sweet day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This western wind hath Lethean powers,<br>Yon noonday cloud nepenthe showers,<br>The lake is white with lotus-flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even Duty's voice is faint and low,<br>And slumberous Conscience, waking slow,<br>Forgets her blotted scroll to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Shadow which pursues us all,<br>Whose ever-nearing steps appall,<br>Whose voice we hear behind us call,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Shadow blends with mountain gray,<br>It speaks but what the light waves say,--<br>Death walks apart from Fear to-day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rocked on her breast, these pines and I<br>Alike on Nature's love rely;<br>And equal seems to live or die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Assured that He whose presence fills<br>With light the spaces of these hills<br>No evil to His creatures wills,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The simple faith remains, that He<br>Will do, whatever that may be,<br>The best alike for man and tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What mosses over one shall grow,<br>What light and life the other know,<br>Unanxious, leaving Him to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. EVENING.<br>Yon mountain's side is black with night,<br>While, broad-orhed, o'er its gleaming crown<br>The moon, slow-rounding into sight,<br>On the hushed inland sea looks down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How start to light the clustering isles,<br>Each silver-hemmed! How sharply show<br>The shadows of their rocky piles,<br>And tree-tops in the wave below!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How far and strange the mountains seem,<br>Dim-looming through the pale, still light<br>The vague, vast grouping of a dream,<br>They stretch into the solemn night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath, lake, wood, and peopled vale,<br>Hushed by that presence grand and grave,<br>Are silent, save the cricket's wail,<br>And low response of leaf and wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair scenes! whereto the Day and Night<br>Make rival love, I leave ye soon,<br>What time before the eastern light<br>The pale ghost of the setting moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall hide behind yon rocky spines,<br>And the young archer, Morn, shall break<br>His arrows on the mountain pines,<br>And, golden-sandalled, walk the lake!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell! around this smiling bay<br>Gay-hearted Health, and Life in bloom,<br>With lighter steps than mine, may stray<br>In radiant summers yet to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But none shall more regretful leave<br>These waters and these hills than I<br>Or, distant, fonder dream how eve<br>Or dawn is painting wave and sky;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How rising moons shine sad and mild<br>On wooded isle and silvering bay;<br>Or setting suns beyond the piled<br>And purple mountains lead the day;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor laughing girl, nor bearding boy,<br>Nor full-pulsed manhood, lingering here,<br>Shall add, to life's abounding joy,<br>The charmed repose to suffering dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still waits kind Nature to impart<br>Her choicest gifts to such as gain<br>An entrance to her loving heart<br>Through the sharp discipline of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forever from the Hand that takes<br>One blessing from us others fall;<br>And, soon or late, our Father makes<br>His perfect recompense to all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, watched by Silence and the Night,<br>And folded in the strong embrace<br>Of the great mountains, with the light<br>Of the sweet heavens upon thy face,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lake of the Northland! keep thy dower<br>Of beauty still, and while above<br>Thy solemn mountains speak of power,<br>Be thou the mirror of God's love.</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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White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
Light mists, whose soft embraces keep
The sunshine on the hills asleep!

O isles of calm! O dark, still wood!
And stiller skies that overbrood
Your rest with deeper quietude!

O shapes and hues,..."></div>
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