<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420816" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Waiting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wait and watch: before my eyes<br>Methinks the night grows thin and gray;<br>I wait and watch the eastern skies<br>To see the golden spears uprise<br>Beneath the oriflamme of day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like one whose limbs are bound in trance<br>I hear the day-sounds swell and grow,<br>And see across the twilight glance,<br>Troop after troop, in swift advance,<br>The shining ones with plumes of snow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the errand of their feet,<br>I know what mighty work is theirs;<br>I can but lift up hands unmeet,<br>The threshing-floors of God to beat,<br>And speed them with unworthy prayers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not dream in vain despair<br>The steps of progress wait for me<br>The puny leverage of a hair<br>The planet's impulse well may spare,<br>A drop of dew the tided sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The loss, if loss there be, is mine,<br>And yet not mine if understood;<br>For one shall grasp and one resign,<br>One drink life's rue, and one its wine,<br>And God shall make the balance good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh power to do! Oh baffled will!<br>Oh prayer and action! ye are one.<br>Who may not strive, may yet fulfil<br>The harder task of standing still,<br>And good but wished with God is done!</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=420816" data-title="The Waiting de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="I wait and watch: before my eyes Methinks the night grows thin and gray; I wait and watch the eastern skies To see the golden spears uprise Beneath the oriflamme of day! Like one whose limbs are bound in trance I hear the day-sounds swell and gro..."></div> </div> </div>

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