<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pressed Gentian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time of gifts has come again,<br>And, on my northern window-pane,<br>Outlined against the day's brief light,<br>A Christmas token hangs in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wayside travellers, as they pass,<br>Mark the gray disk of clouded glass;<br>And the dull blankness seems, perchance,<br>Folly to their wise ignorance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They cannot from their outlook see<br>The perfect grace it hath for me;<br>For there the flower, whose fringes through<br>The frosty breath of autumn blew,<br>Turns from without its face of bloom<br>To the warm tropic of my room,<br>As fair as when beside its brook<br>The hue of bending skies it took.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from the trodden ways of earth,<br>Seem some sweet souls who veil their worth,<br>And offer to the careless glance<br>The clouding gray of circumstance.<br>They blossom best where hearth-fires burn,<br>To loving eyes alone they turn<br>The flowers of inward grace, that hide<br>Their beauty from the world outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But deeper meanings come to me,<br>My half-immortal flower, from thee!<br>Man judges from a partial view,<br>None ever yet his brother knew;<br>The Eternal Eye that sees the whole<br>May better read the darkened soul,<br>And find, to outward sense denied,<br>The flower upon its inmost side</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=420769" data-title="The Pressed Gentian de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="The time of gifts has come again, And, on my northern window-pane, Outlined against the day's brief light, A Christmas token hangs in sight. The wayside travellers, as they pass, Mark the gray disk of clouded glass; And the dull blankness seems, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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