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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Playground of Life XIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty <br>And Love is worth a full century of glory <br>Given by the frightened weak to the strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From that hour comes man's Truth; and <br>During that century Truth sleeps between <br>The restless arms of disturbing dreams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In that hour the soul sees for herself <br>The Natural Law, and for that century she <br>Imprisons herself behind the law of man; <br>And she is shackled with irons of oppression. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That hour was the inspiration of the Songs <br>Of Solomon, an that century was the blind <br>Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the <br>Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of <br>Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that <br>Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the <br>Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a <br>Century filled with greed and usurpation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is at that hour when the heart is <br>Purified by flaming sorrow and <br>Illuminated by the torch of Love. <br>And in that century, desires for Truth <br>Are buried in the bosom of the earth. <br>That hour is the root which must flourish. <br>That hour of meditation, the hour of <br>Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And that century is a life of Nero spent <br>On self-investment taken solely from <br>Earthly substance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is life. <br>Portrayed on the stage for ages; <br>Recorded earthly for centuries; <br>Lived in strangeness for years; <br>Sung as a hymn for days; <br>Exalted but for an hour, but the <br>Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
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And Love is worth a full century of glory 
Given by the frightened weak to the strong. 


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During that century Truth sleeps between 
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