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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voices</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'WHY urge the long, unequal fight,<br>Since Truth has fallen in the street,<br>Or lift anew the trampled light,<br>Quenched by the heedless million's feet?<br>'Give o'er the thankless task; forsake<br>The fools who know not ill from good:<br>Eat, drink, enjoy thy own, and take<br>Thine ease among the multitude.<br>'Live out thyself; with others share<br>Thy proper life no more; assume<br>The unconcern of sun and air,<br>For life or death, or blight or bloom.<br>'The mountain pine looks calmly on<br>The fires that scourge the plains below,<br>Nor heeds the eagle in the sun<br>The small birds piping in the snow!<br>'The world is God's, not thine; let Him<br>Work out a change, if change must be:<br>The hand that planted best can trim<br>And nurse the old unfruitful tree.'<br>So spake the Tempter, when the light<br>Of sun and stars had left the sky;<br>I listened, through the cloud and night,<br>And heard, methought, a voice reply:<br>'Thy task may well seem over-hard,<br>Who scatterest in a thankless soil<br>Thy life as seed, with no reward<br>Save that which Duty gives to Toil.<br>'Not wholly is thy heart resigned<br>To Heaven's benign and just decree,<br>Which, linking thee with all thy kind,<br>Transmits their joys and griefs to thee.<br>'Break off that sacred chain, and turn<br>Back on thyself thy love and care;<br>Be thou thine own mean idol, burn<br>Faith, Hope, and Trust, thy children, there.<br>'Released from that fraternal law<br>Which shares the common bale and bliss,<br>No sadder lot could Folly draw,<br>Or Sin provoke from Fate, than this.<br>'The meal unshared is food unblest:<br>Thou hoard'st in vain what love should spend;<br>Self-ease is pain; thy only rest<br>Is labor for a worthy end;<br>'A toil that gains with what it yields,<br>And scatters to its own increase,<br>And hears, while sowing outward fields,<br>The harvest-song of inward peace.<br>'Free-lipped the liberal streamlets run,<br>Free shines for all the healthful ray;.<br>The still pool stagnates in the sun,<br>The lurid earth-fire haunts decay!<br>'What is it that the crowd requite<br>Thy love with hate, thy truth with lies?<br>And but to faith, and not to sight,<br>The walls of Freedom's temple rise?<br>'Yet do thy work; it shall succeed<br>In thine or in another's day;<br>And, if denied the victor's meed,<br>Thou shalt not lack the toiler's pay.<br>'Faith shares the future's promise; Love's<br>Self-offering is a triumph won;<br>And each good thought or action moves<br>The dark world nearer to the sun.<br>'Then faint not, falter not, nor plead<br>Thy weakness; truth itself is strong;<br>The lion's strength, the eagle's speed,<br>Are not alone vouchsafed to wrong.<br>'Thy nature, which, through fire and flood,<br>To place or gain finds out its way,<br>Hath power to seek the highest good,<br>And duty's holiest call obey!<br>'Strivest thou in darkness? — Foes without<br>In league with traitor thoughts within;<br>Thy night-watch kept with trembling Doubt<br>And pale Remorse the ghost of Sin?<br>'Hast thou not, on some week of storm,<br>Seen the sweet Sabbath breaking fair,<br>And cloud and shadow, sunlit, form<br>The curtains of its tent of prayer?<br>'So, haply, when thy task shall end,<br>The wrong shall lose itself in right,<br>And all thy week-day darkness blend<br>With the long Sabbath of the light!'</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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Since Truth has fallen in the street,
Or lift anew the trampled light,
Quenched by the heedless million's feet?
'Give o'er the thankless task; forsake
The fools who know not ill from good:
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