Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of President Garfield</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf<br>Ere yet his summer's noon was past,<br>Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--<br>What words can match a woe so vast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whose the chartered claim to speak<br>The sacred grief where all have part,<br>Where sorrow saddens every cheek<br>And broods in every aching heart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Nature prompts the burning phrase<br>That thrills the hushed and shrouded hall,<br>The loud lament, the sorrowing praise,<br>The silent tear that love lets fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In loftiest verse, in lowliest rhyme,<br>Shall strive unblamed the minstrel choir,---<br>The singers of the new-born time,<br>And trembling age with outworn lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No room for pride, no place for blame,--<br>We fling our blossoms on the grave,<br>Pale,--scentless,--faded,--all we claim,<br>This only,--what we had we gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, could the grief of all who mourn<br>Blend in one voice its bitter cry,<br>The wail to heaven's high arches borne<br>Would echo through the caverned sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happiest land, whose peaceful choice<br>Fills with a breath its empty throne!<br>God, speaking through thy people's voice,<br>Has made that voice for once His own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No angry passion shakes the state<br>Whose weary servant seeks for rest;<br>And who could fear that scowling hate<br>Would strike at that unguarded breast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stands, unconscious of his doom,<br>In manly strength, erect, serene;<br>Around him Summer spreads her bloom;<br>He falls,--what horror clothes the scene!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How swift the sudden flash of woe<br>Where all was bright as childhood's dream!<br>As if from heaven's ethereal bow<br>Had leaped the lightning's arrowy gleam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blot the foul deed from history's page;<br>Let not the all-betraying sun<br>Blush for the day that stains an age<br>When murder's blackest wreath was won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pale on his couch the sufferer lies,<br>The weary battle-ground of pain<br>Love tends his pillow; Science tries<br>Her every art, alas! in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strife endures how long! how long!<br>Life, death, seem balanced in the scale,<br>While round his bed a viewless throng<br>Await each morrow's changing tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In realms the desert ocean parts<br>What myriads watch with tear-filled eyes,<br>His pulse-beats echoing in their hearts,<br>His breathings counted with their sighs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly the stores of life are spent,<br>Yet hope still battles with despair;<br>Will Heaven not yield when knees are bent?<br>Answer, O thou that hearest prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But silent is the brazen sky;<br>On sweeps the meteor's threatening train,<br>Unswerving Nature's mute reply,<br>Bound in her adamantine chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not ours the verdict to decide<br>Whom death shall claim or skill shall save;<br>The hero's life though Heaven denied,<br>It gave our land a martyr's grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor count the teaching vainly sent<br>How human hearts their griefs may share,--<br>The lesson woman's love has lent,<br>What hope may do, what faith can bear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell! the leaf-strown earth enfolds<br>Our stay, our pride, our hopes, our fears,<br>And autumn's golden sun beholds<br>A nation bowed, a world in tears.</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>
<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=472495" data-title="On The Death Of President Garfield de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="I.

FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!

And whose the chartered claim to speak
The sacred grief where all have part,
Where sorrow sa..."></div>
</div>
</div>