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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of Comfort</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may --<br> Sleep, oh, sleep!"<br> Eugene Field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,<br>The soft wind sang to the dead below:<br> "Think not with regret on the Springtime's song<br> And the task ye left while your hands were strong.<br> The song would have ceased when the Spring was past,<br> And the task that was joyous be weary at last."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the winter sky when the nights were long<br>The tree-tops tossed with a ceaseless song:<br> "Do ye think with regret on the sunny days<br> And the path ye left, with its untrod ways?<br> The sun might sink in a storm cloud's frown<br> And the path grow rough when the night came down."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the grey twilight of the autumn eves,<br>It sighed as it sang through the dying leaves:<br> "Ye think with regret that the world was bright,<br> That your path was short and your task was light;<br> The path, though short, was perhaps the best<br> And the toil was sweet, that it led to rest."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+McCrae">John McCrae</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=421356" data-title="A Song Of Comfort de John McCrae" data-description=""Sleep, weary ones, while ye may -- Sleep, oh, sleep!" Eugene Field. Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low, The soft wind sang to the dead below: "Think not with regret on the Springtime's song And the task ye left while..."></div> </div> </div>
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