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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>William Forster</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years are many since his hand<br>Was laid upon my head,<br>Too weak and young to understand<br>The serious words he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet often now the good man's look<br>Before me seems to swim,<br>As if some inward feeling took<br>The outward guise of him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if, in passion's heated war,<br>Or near temptation's charm,<br>Through him the low-voiced monitor<br>Forewarned me of the harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger and pilgrim! from that day<br>Of meeting, first and last,<br>Wherever Duty's pathway lay,<br>His reverent steps have passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor to feed, the lost to seek,<br>To proffer life to death,<br>Hope to the erring,--to the weak<br>The strength of his own faith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To plead the captive's right; remove<br>The sting of hate from Law;<br>And soften in the fire of love<br>The hardened steel of War.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walked the dark world, in the mild,<br>Still guidance of the Light;<br>In tearful tenderness a child,<br>A strong man in the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From what great perils, on his way,<br>He found, in prayer, release;<br>Through what abysmal shadows lay<br>His pathway unto peace,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God knoweth : we could only see<br>The tranquil strength he gained;<br>The bondage lost in liberty,<br>The fear in love unfeigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I,--my youthful fancies grown<br>The habit of the man,<br>Whose field of life by angels sown<br>The wilding vines o'erran,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low bowed in silent gratitude,<br>My manhood's heart enjoys<br>That reverence for the pure and good<br>Which blessed the dreaming boy's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still shines the light of holy lives<br>Like star-beams over doubt;<br>Each sainted memory, Christlike, drives<br>Some dark possession out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O friend! O brother I not in vain<br>Thy life so calm and true,<br>The silver dropping of the rain,<br>The fall of summer dew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many burdened hearts have prayed<br>Their lives like thine might be<br>But more shall pray henceforth for aid<br>To lay them down like thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With weary hand, yet steadfast will,<br>In old age as in youth,<br>Thy Master found thee sowing still<br>The good seed of His truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As on thy task-field closed the day<br>In golden-skied decline,<br>His angel met thee on the way,<br>And lent his arm to thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy latest care for man,--thy last<br>Of earthly thought a prayer,--<br>Oh, who thy mantle, backward cast,<br>Is worthy now to wear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks the mound which marks thy bed<br>Might bless our land and save,<br>As rose, of old, to life the dead<br>Who touched the prophet's grave</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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Was laid upon my head,
Too weak and young to understand
The serious words he said.

Yet often now the good man's look
Before me seems to swim,
As if some inward feeling took
The outward guise of him.

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