<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Clear Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did but dream. I never knew<br>What charms our sternest season wore.<br>Was never yet the sky so blue,<br>Was never earth so white before.<br>Till now I never saw the glow<br>Of sunset on yon hills of snow,<br>And never learned the bough's designs<br>Of beauty in its leafless lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did ever such a morning break<br>As that my eastern windows see?<br>Did ever such a moonlight take<br>Weird photographs of shrub and tree?<br>Rang ever bells so wild and fleet<br>The music of the winter street?<br>Was ever yet a sound by half<br>So merry as you school-boy's laugh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Earth! with gladness overfraught,<br>No added charm thy face hath found;<br>Within my heart the change is wrought,<br>My footsteps make enchanted ground.<br>From couch of pain and curtained room<br>Forth to thy light and air I come,<br>To find in all that meets my eyes<br>The freshness of a glad surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair seem these winter days, and soon<br>Shall blow the warm west-winds of spring,<br>To set the unbound rills in tune<br>And hither urge the bluebird's wing.<br>The vales shall laugh in flowers, the woods<br>Grow misty green with leafing buds,<br>And violets and wind-flowers sway<br>Against the throbbing heart of May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break forth, my lips, in praise, and own<br>The wiser love severely kind;<br>Since, richer for its chastening grown,<br>I see, whereas I once was blind.<br>The world, O Father! hath not wronged<br>With loss the life by Thee prolonged;<br>But still, with every added year,<br>More beautiful Thy works appear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Thou hast made thy world without,<br>Make Thou more fair my world within;<br>Shine through its lingering clouds of doubt;<br>Rebuke its haunting shapes of sin;<br>Fill, brief or long, my granted span<br>Of life with love to thee and man;<br>Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest,<br>But let my last days be my best!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420667" data-title="The Clear Vision de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wore. Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow Of sunset on yon hills of snow, And never learned the bough's designs Of beauty in it..."></div> </div> </div>

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