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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Iron Gate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS on the gauzy wings of fancy flying<br>From some far orb I track our watery sphere,<br>Home of the struggling, suffering, doubting, dying,<br>The silvered globule seems a glistening tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Nature lends her mirror of illusion <br>To win from saddening scenes our age-dimmed eyes,<br>And misty day-dreams blend in sweet confusion<br>The wintry landscape and the summer skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when the iron portal shuts behind us,<br>And life forgets us in its noise and whirl, <br>Visions that shunned the glaring noonday find us,<br>And glimmering starlight shows the gates of pearl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come not here your morning hour to sadden,<br>A limping pilgrim, leaning on his staff,—<br>I, who have never deemed it sin to gladden <br>This vale of sorrows with a wholesome laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If word of mine another’s gloom has brightened,<br>Through my dumb lips the heaven-sent message came;<br>If hand of mine another’s task has lightened,<br>It felt the guidance that it dares not claim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O my gentle sisters, O my brothers,<br>These thick-sown snow-flakes hint of toil’s release;<br>These feebler pulses bid me leave to others<br>The tasks once welcome; evening asks for peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time claims his tribute; silence now is golden; <br>Let me not vex the too long suffering lyre;<br>Though to your love untiring still beholden,<br>The curfew tells me—cover up the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Home of the struggling, suffering, doubting, dying,
The silvered globule seems a glistening tear.

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To win from saddening sc..."></div>
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