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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Meditation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; <br>With folded arms, and pensive mien, <br>Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, <br>So oft, my length'ning hours beguil'd; <br>Thou, who within thy peaceful call, <br>Canst laugh at LIFE'S tumultuous care, <br>While calm repose delights to dwell <br>On beds of fragrant roses there; <br>Where meek-ey'd PATIENCE waits to greet <br>The woe-worn Trav'ller's weary feet, <br>'Till by her blest and cheering ray <br>The clouds of sorrow fade away; <br>Where conscious RECTITUDE retires; <br>Instructive WISDOM; calm DESIRES; <br>Prolific SCIENCE,lab'ring ART; <br>And GENIUS, with expanded heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from thy lone and pure domain, <br>Steals pallid GUILT, whose scowling eye <br>Marks the rack'd soul's convulsive pain, <br>Tho' hid beneath the mask of joy; <br>Madd'ning AMBITION'S dauntless band; <br>Lean AVARICE with iron hand; <br>HYPOCRISY with fawning tongue; <br>Soft FLATT'RY with persuasive song; <br>Appall'd in gloomy shadows fly, <br>From MEDITATION'S piercing eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How oft with thee I've stroll'd unseen <br>O'er the lone valley's velvet green; <br>And brush'd away the twilight dew <br>That stain'd the cowslip's golden hue; <br>Oft, as I ponder'd o'er the scene, <br>Would mem'ry picture to my heart, <br>How full of grief my days have been, <br>How swiftly rapt'rous hours depart; <br>Then would'st thou sweetly reas'ning say, <br>&quot;TIME journeys thro' the roughest day.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE HERMIT, from the world retir'd, <br>By calm Religion's voice inspir'd, <br>Tells how serenely time glides on, <br>From crimson morn, 'till setting sun; <br>How guiltless, pure, and free from strife, <br>He journeys thro' the vale of Life; <br>Within his breast nor sorrows mourn, <br>Nor cares perplex, nor passions burn; <br>No jealous fears, or boundless joys, <br>The tenor of his mind destroys; <br>And when revolving mem'ry shows <br>The thorny world's unnumber'd woes; <br>He blesses HEAV'N's benign decree, <br>That gave his days to PEACE and THEE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gentle MAID, whose roseate bloom <br>Fades fast within a cloyster's gloom; <br>Far by relentless FATE remov'd, <br>From all her youthful fancy lov'd; <br>When her warm heart no longer bleeds, <br>And cool Reflection's hour succeeds; <br>Led by THY downy hand, she strays <br>Along the green dell's tangled maze; <br>Where thro' dank leaves, the whisp'ring show'rs <br>Awake to life the fainting flow'rs; <br>Absorb'd by THEE, she hears no more <br>The distant torrent's fearful roar; <br>The well-known VESPER's silver tone; <br>The bleak wind's desolating moan; <br>No more she sees the nodding spires, <br>Where the dark bird of night retires; <br>While Echo chaunts her boding song <br>The cloyster's mould'ring walls among; <br>No more she weeps at Fate's decree, <br>But yields her pensive soul to THEE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SAGE, whose palsy'd head bends low <br>'Midst scatter'd locks of silv'ry snow; <br>Still by his MIND's clear lustre tells, <br>What warmth within his bosom dwells; <br>How glows his heart with treasur'd lore, <br>How rich in Wisdom's boundless store; <br>In fading Life's protracted hour, <br>He smiles at Death's terrific pow'r; <br>He lifts his radiant eyes, which gleam <br>With Resignation's sainted beam: <br>And, as the weeping star of morn, <br>Sheds lustre on the wither'd thorn, <br>His tear benign, calm comfort throws, <br>O'er rugged Life's corroding woes; <br>His pious soul's enlighten'd rays <br>Dart forth, to gild his wint'ry days; <br>He smiles serene at Heav'n's decree, <br>And his last hour resigns to THEE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Learning, with Promethean art, <br>Unveils to light the youthful heart; <br>When on the richly-budding spray, <br>The glorious beams of Genius play; <br>When the expanded leaves proclaim <br>The promis'd fruits of rip'ning Fame; <br>O MEDITATION, maid divine! <br>Proud REASON owns the work is THINE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft, have I known thy magic pow'r, <br>Irradiate sorrow's wint'ry hour; <br>Oft, my full heart to THEE hath flown, <br>And wept for mis'ries not its own; <br>When pinch'd with agonizing PAIN, <br>My restless bosom dar'd complain; <br>Oft have I sunk upon THY breast, <br>And lull'd my weary mind to rest; <br>'Till I have own'd the blest decree, <br>That gave my soul to PEACE and THEE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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With folded arms, and pensive mien, 
Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, 
So oft, my length'ning hours beguil'd; 
Thou, who within thy peaceful call, 
Canst laugh at LIFE'S tumultuous care, 
While calm repose d..."></div>
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