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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Lady Nature and her Daughters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ladies, well I deem, delight <br>In comely tire to move; <br>Soft, and delicate, and bright, <br>Are the robes they love. <br>Silks, where hues alternate play, <br>Shawls, and scarfs, and mantles gay, <br>Gold, and gems, and crispèd hair, <br>Fling their light o'er lady fair. <br>'Tis not waste, nor sinful pride, <br>—Name them not, nor fault beside,— <br>But her very cheerfulness <br>Prompts and weaves the curious dress; <br>While her holy thoughts still roam <br>Mid birth-friends and scenes of home. <br>Pleased to please whose praise is dear, <br>Glitters she? she glitters there;— <br>And she has a pattern found her <br>In Nature's glowing world around her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature loves, as lady bright, <br>In gayest guise to shine, <br>All forms of grace, all tints of light, <br>Fringe her robe divine. <br>Sun-lit heaven, and rain-bow cloud, <br>Changeful main, and mountain proud, <br>Branching tree, and meadow green, <br>All are deck'd in broider'd sheen. <br>Not a bird on bough-propp'd tower, <br>Insect slim, nor tiny flower, <br>Stone, nor spar, nor shell of sea, <br>But is fair in its degree. <br>'Tis not pride, this vaunt of beauty; <br>Well she 'quits her trust of duty; <br>And, amid her gorgeous state, <br>Bright, and bland, and delicate, <br>Ever beaming from her face <br>Praise of a Father's love we trace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ladies, shrinking from the view <br>Of the prying day, <br>In tranquil diligence pursue <br>Their heaven-appointed way. <br>Noiseless duties, silent cares, <br>Mercies lighting unawares, <br>Modest influence working good, <br>Gifts, by the keen heart understood, <br>Such as viewless spirits might give, <br>These they love, in these they live.— <br>Mighty Nature speeds her through <br>Her daily toils in silence too: <br>Calmly rolls her giant spheres, <br>Sheds by stealth her dew's kind tears; <br>Cheating sage's vex'd pursuit, <br>Churns the sap, matures the fruit, <br>And, her deft hand still concealing, <br>Kindles motion, life, and feeling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ladies love to laugh and sing, <br>To rouse the chord's full sound, <br>Or to join the festive ring <br>Where dancers gather round. <br>Not a sight so fair on earth, <br>As a lady's graceful mirth; <br>Not a sound so chasing pain, <br>As a lady's thrilling strain.— <br>Nor is Nature left behind <br>In her lighter moods of mind; <br>Calm her duties to fulfil, <br>In her glee a prattler still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bird and beast of every sort<br>Hath its antic and its sport; <br>Chattering brook, and dancing gnat,<br>Subtle cry of evening bat, <br>Moss uncouth, and twigs grotesque, <br>These are Nature's picturesque.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the birth of Poesy? <br>Its fancy and its fire? <br>Nature's earth, and sea, and sky, <br>Fervid thoughts inspire. <br>Where do wealth and power find rest, <br>When hopes have fail'd, or toil oppress'd? <br>Parks, and lawns, and deer, and trees, <br>Nature's work, restore them ease.—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rare the rich, the gifted rare,— <br>Where shall work-day souls repair, <br>Unennobled, unrefined, <br>From the rude world and unkind? <br>Who shall friend their lowly lot? <br>High-born Nature answers not. <br>Leave her in her starry dome, <br>Seek we lady-lighted home. <br>Nature 'mid the spheres bears sway, <br>Ladies rule where hearts obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Henry+Cardinal+Newman">John Henry Cardinal Newman</a><div class=q>
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