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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cry Of A Lost Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that black forest, where, when day is done,<br>With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon<br>Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cry, as of the pained heart of the wood,<br>The long, despairing moan of solitude<br>And darkness and the absence of all good,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Startles the traveller, with a sound so drear,<br>So full of hopeless agony and fear,<br>His heart stands still and listens like his ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guide, as if he heard a dead-bell toll,<br>Starts, drops his oar against the gunwale's thole,<br>Crosses himself, and whispers, 'A lost soul!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, Senor, not a bird. I know it well,--<br>It is the pained soul of some infidel<br>Or cursed heretic that cries from hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor fool! with hope still mocking his despair,<br>He wanders, shrieking on the midnight air<br>For human pity and for Christian prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Saints strike him dumb! Our Holy Mother hath<br>No prayer for him who, sinning unto death,<br>Burns always in the furnace of God's wrath!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus to the baptized pagan's cruel lie,<br>Lending new horror to that mournful cry,<br>The voyager listens, making no reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim burns the boat-lamp: shadows deepen round,<br>From giant trees with snake-like creepers wound,<br>And the black water glides without a sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the traveller's heart a secret sense<br>Of nature plastic to benign intents,<br>And an eternal good in Providence,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lifts to the starry calm of heaven his eyes;<br>And to! rebuking all earth's ominous cries,<br>The Cross of pardon lights the tropic skies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Father of all!' he urges his strong plea,<br>'Thou lovest all: Thy erring child may be<br>Lost to himself, but never lost to Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All souls are Thine; the wings of morning bear<br>None from that Presence which is everywhere,<br>Nor hell itself can hide, for Thou art there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Through sins of sense, perversities of will,<br>Through doubt and pain, through guilt and shame and ill,<br>Thy pitying eye is on Thy creature still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wilt thou not make, Eternal Source and Goal!<br>In Thy long years, life's broken circle whole,<br>And change to praise the cry of a lost soul?'</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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With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon
Darkly from sunset to the rising sun,

A cry, as of the pained heart of the wood,
The long, despairing moan of solitude
And darkness and the absence of all g..."></div>
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