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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447582" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LITTLE the present careth for the past, <br>Too little—'tis not well!<br>For careless ones we dwell<br>Beneath the mighty shadow it has cast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its blessings are around our daily path,<br>We share its mighty spoil,<br>We live on its great toil,<br>And yet how little gratitude it hath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on these temples, they were as a shrine<br>From whence to the far north<br>The human mind went forth,<br>The moral sunshine of a world divine—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That inward world which maketh of our clay<br>Its temporary home;<br>From whence those lightnings come,<br>That kindle from a far and better day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light that is of heaven shone there the first<br>The elements of art,<br>Mankind's diviner part;<br>There was young science in its cradle nurst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mighty the legacies by mind bequeathed,<br>For glorious were its pains<br>Amid those giant fanes,<br>And mighty were the triumphs it achieved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman's triumph mid them is imprest <br>One who upon the scroll<br>Flung the creative soul,<br>Disdainful of life's flowers and of its rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vast was the labour, vast the enterprise,<br>For she was of a race<br>Born to the lowest place,<br>Earth-insects, lacking wings whereon to rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How must that youthful cheek have lost its bloom,<br>How many a dream above<br>Of early hope and love<br>Must that young heart have closed on like a tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such throw life's flowers behind them, and aspire<br>To ask the stars their lore<br>And from each ancient store<br>Seek food to stay the mind's consuming fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her triumph was complete and long, the chords<br>She struck are yet alive;<br>Not vainly did she strive<br>To leave her soul immortal on her words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A great example has she left behind,<br>A lesson we should take,<br>Whose first task is to wake<br>The general wish to benefit our kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our sword has swept o'er India; there remains<br>A nobler conquest far,<br>The mind's ethereal war,<br>That but subdues to civilize its plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us pay back the past, the debt we owe,<br>Let us around dispense<br>Light, hope, intelligence,<br>Till blessings track our steps where'er we go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O England, thine be the deliverer's meed,<br>Be thy great empire known<br>By hearts made all thine own,<br>By thy free laws and thy immortal creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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Too little—'tis not well!
For careless ones we dwell
Beneath the mighty shadow it has cast.

Its blessings are around our daily path,
We share its mighty spoil,
We live on its great toil,
And yet how litt..."></div>
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