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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning By Water To His Father’s House At Woolrich</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IS there a spot where Pity's foot, <br>Although unsandalled, fears to tread,<br>A silence where her voice is mute,<br>Where tears, and only tears, are shed?<br>It is the desolated home<br>Where Hope was yet a recent guest,<br>Where Hope again may never come,<br>Or come, and only speak of rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave my hand the pictured scroll,<br>And bade me only fancy there<br>A parent's agony of soul,<br>A parent's long and last despair;<br>The sunshine on the sudden wave,<br>Which closed above the youthful head,<br>Mocking the green and quiet grave,<br>Which waits the time-appointed dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought upon the lone fire-side,<br>Begirt with all familiar thought,<br>The future, where a father's pride<br>So much from present promise wrought:<br>The sweet anxiety of fears,<br>Anxious from love's excess alone,<br>The fond reliance upon years<br>More precious to us than our own:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All past—then weeping words there came<br>From out a still and darkened room,<br>They could not bear to name a name<br>Written so newly on the tomb.<br>They said he was so good and kind,<br>The voices sank, the eyes grew dim;<br>So much of love he left behind,<br>So much of life had died with him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, pity for the long beloved,<br>Ah, pity for the early dead;<br>The young, the promising, removed<br>Ere life a light or leaf had shed.<br>Nay, rather pity those whose doom<br>It is to wait and weep behind,<br>The father, who within the tomb<br>Sees all life held most dear enshrined.</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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Although unsandalled, fears to tread,
A silence where her voice is mute,
Where tears, and only tears, are shed?
It is the desolated home
Where Hope was yet a recent guest,
Where Hope again may never come,
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