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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homesick In Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE DIVINE VOICE<br>Go seek thine earth-born sisters,--thus the Voice<br>That all obey,--the sad and silent three;<br>These only, while the hosts of Heaven rejoice,<br>Smile never; ask them what their sorrows be;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the secret of their griefs they tell,<br>Look on them with thy mild, half-human eyes;<br>Say what thou wast on earth; thou knowest well;<br>So shall they cease from unavailing sighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE ANGEL<br>Why thus, apart,--the swift-winged herald spake,--<br>Sit ye with silent lips and unstrung lyres<br>While the trisagion's blending chords awake<br>In shouts of joy from all the heavenly choirs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIRST SPIRIT<br>Chide not thy sisters,--thus the answer came;--<br>Children of earth, our half-weaned nature clings<br>To earth's fond memories, and her whispered name<br>Untunes our quivering lips, our saddened strings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there we loved, and where we love is home,<br>Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts,<br>Though o'er us shine the jasper-lighted dome:--<br>The chain may lengthen, but it never parts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a sunlit sphere comes rolling by,<br>And then we softly whisper,--can it be?<br>And leaning toward the silvery orb, we try<br>To hear the music of its murmuring sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To catch, perchance, some flashing glimpse of green,<br>Or breathe some wild-wood fragrance, wafted through<br>The opening gates of pearl, that fold between<br>The blinding splendors and the changeless blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE ANGEL<br>Nay, sister, nay! a single healing leaf<br>Plucked from the bough of yon twelve-fruited tree<br>Would soothe such anguish,--deeper stabbing grief<br>Has pierced thy throbbing heart--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIRST SPIRIT<br>Ah, woe is me! I from my clinging babe was rudely torn;<br>His tender lips a loveless bosom pressed;<br>Can I forget him in my life new born?<br>Oh that my darling lay upon my breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE ANGEL<br>And thou?--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE SECOND SPIRIT<br>I was a fair and youthful bride,<br>The kiss of love still burns upon my cheek,<br>He whom I worshipped, ever at my side,--<br>Him through the spirit realm in vain I seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet faces turn their beaming eyes on mine;<br>Ah! not in these the wished-for look I read;<br>Still for that one dear human smile I pine;<br>_Thou and none other!_--is the lover's creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE ANGEL<br>And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss<br>Where never parting comes, nor mourner's tear?<br>Art thou, too, dreaming of a mortal's kiss<br>Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE THIRD SPIRIT<br>Nay, tax not me with passion's wasting fire;<br>When the swift message set my spirit free,<br>Blind, helpless, lone, I left my gray-haired sire;<br>My friends were many, he had none save me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left him, orphaned, in the starless night;<br>Alas, for him no cheerful morning's dawn<br>I wear the ransomed spirit's robe of white,<br>Yet still I hear him moaning, _She is gone!_</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE ANGEL<br>Ye know me not, sweet sisters?--All in vain<br>Ye seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore;<br>The flower once opened may not bud again,<br>The fruit once fallen finds the stem no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Child, lover, sire,--yea, all things loved below,--<br>Fair pictures damasked on a vapor's fold,--<br>Fade like the roseate flush, the golden glow,<br>When the bright curtain of the day is rolled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was the babe that slumbered on thy breast.<br>And, sister, mine the lips that called thee bride.<br>Mine were the silvered locks thy hand caressed,<br>That faithful hand, my faltering footstep's guide!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each changing form, frail vesture of decay,<br>The soul unclad forgets it once hath worn,<br>Stained with the travel of the weary day,<br>And shamed with rents from every wayside<br>thorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To lie, an infant, in thy fond embrace,--<br>To come with love's warm kisses back to thee,--<br>To show thine eyes thy gray-haired father's face,<br>Not Heaven itself could grant; this may not be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spread your folded wings, and leave to earth<br>The dust once breathing ye have mourned so long,<br>Till Love, new risen, owns his heavenly birth,<br>And sorrow's discords sweeten into song!</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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Go seek thine earth-born sisters,--thus the Voice
That all obey,--the sad and silent three;
These only, while the hosts of Heaven rejoice,
Smile never; ask them what their sorrows be;

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