<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pieter Marinus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LORD, I have known all fruits of this thy world;<br>Like Solomon king, I have been fain of all,–<br>War, women, and wine,–but mine was spirit of Nantes.<br>And now, O Lord, I'm old and fain for Thee.<br>But, Lord, my soul's so grimed and weather-worn,<br>So warped and wrung with all iniquities,<br>Piracies, brawls, and cheated revenues,<br>There's not a saint but would look twice at it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when my time comes, send no angels down<br>With lutes, and harps, and foreign instruments,<br>To pipe old Pieter's spirit up to heaven<br>Past his tall namesake sturdy at his post. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let me lie awhile in these Thy seas.<br>Let the soft Gulf Stream and the long South Drift,<br>And the swift tides that rim the Labrador,<br>Beat on my soul and wash it clean again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when Thy waves have smoothed me of my sins,<br>White as the sea-mew or the wind-spun foam,<br>Clean as the clear-cut images of stars<br>That swing between the swells,–then, then, O Lord,<br>Lean out, lean out from heaven and call me thus,<br>'Come up, thou soul of Pieter Marinus,'<br>And I'll go home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</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=454871" data-title="Pieter Marinus de Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall" data-description="LORD, I have known all fruits of this thy world; Like Solomon king, I have been fain of all,– War, women, and wine,–but mine was spirit of Nantes. And now, O Lord, I'm old and fain for Thee. But, Lord, my soul's so grimed and weather-worn, So ..."></div> </div> </div>

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