<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Transfiguration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mysterious death! who in a single hour <br>Life's gold can so refine <br>And by thy art divine <br>Change mortal weakness to immortal power! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bending beneath the weight of eighty years <br>Spent with the noble strife <br>of a victorious life <br>We watched her fading heavenward, through our tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ere the sense of loss our hearts had wrung <br>A miracle was wrought; <br>And swift as happy thought <br>She lived again -- brave, beautiful, and young. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Age, pain, and sorrow dropped the veils they wore <br>And showed the tender eyes <br>Of angels in disguise, <br>Whose discipline so patiently she bore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The past years brought their harvest rich and fair; <br>While memory and love, <br>Together, fondly wove <br>A golden garland for the silver hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could we mourn like those who are bereft, <br>When every pang of grief <br>found balm for its relief <br>In counting up the treasures she had left?-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time; <br>Hope that defied despair; <br>Patience that conquered care; <br>And loyalty, whose courage was sublime; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great deep heart that was a home for all-- <br>Just, eloquent, and strong <br>In protest against wrong; <br>Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fall; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spartan spirit that made life so grand, <br>Mating poor daily needs <br>With high, heroic deeds, <br>That wrested happiness from Fate's hard hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thought to weep, but sing for joy instead, <br>Full of the grateful peace <br>That follows her release; <br>For nothing but the weary dust lies dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, noble woman! never more a queen <br>Than in the laying down <br>Of sceptre and of crown <br>To win a greater kingdom, yet unseen; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teaching us how to seek the highest goal, <br>To earn the true success -- <br>To live, to love, to bless -- <br>And make death proud to take a royal soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+May+Alcott">Louisa May Alcott</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=449968" data-title="Transfiguration de Louisa May Alcott" data-description="Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness to immortal power! Bending beneath the weight of eighty years Spent with the noble strife of a victorious life We watched her fad..."></div> </div> </div>

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