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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Untitled 8</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strain<br>Which yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,<br>From thy unsullied spirit it comes to me here,<br>Like the music of Eden - soft, holy, and clear.<br>The storm-stirring thoughts o'er my heart holding sway,<br>At the charm of its gentleness vanish away!<br>For its melody, teeming with gladness and love,<br>Seems the song of the seraph to lure me above.<br>Beautiful prattler! - that music of mirth,<br>Yet unchecked by the cares and the sorrows of earth,<br>Mingles strangely where anguish and retchedness reign,<br>With the sigh of the captive, and the clank of his chain.<br>Yet I love to hear it, though captive I be,<br>Gushing pure from thy young heart all joyous and free.<br>There's a siren-like sweetness pervading its song<br>Which can woo me to virtue, and win me from wrong.<br>Play on then, - play on, then - for thou dost not know<br>What it is to be wretched and burdened with woe:<br>There's the fair world around thee, and blue sky above,<br>Ever seeming to breathe on thee beauty and love;<br>And the waters that flash in the suns golden beams,<br>Dance beneath thee as bright as thine own fairy dreams;<br>Yet here, there are hearts sank in ruin and crime,<br>Which once was as gleesome and guiltless as thine.<br>Beware! then - beware! - when seducingly gay,<br>Vice with counterfeit smiles, would beguile thee away<br>From the good and the lovely, from virtue and joy,<br>To the pleasures of sin, which debase and destroy.<br>Those holy emotions and pure thoughts which dwell<br>In the bosom of childhood - oh, cherish them well!<br>For if there's a true joy this world can impart,<br>It surely exists in the innocent heart.<br>Though remorse wring my soul, and<br>though care clothe my brow,<br>I once was as sinless and joyous as thou;<br>And knelt, too, like thee, by a fond mother's chair <br>With tiny hands folded in faith-hallowed pray'r.<br>Play on, my sweet child! there's a penitent tear<br>Stealing down my wan cheek as I list to thee here:<br>There's a prayer in my heart to the wise one above<br>To be made like a child in belief and in love.<br>O ever when gladly this gay world would win<br>With its tinselled allurements thy young heart to sin,<br>Turn away from the light of its illusive glare,<br>And seek in temptation thy refuge of pray'r.<br>Uncorrupted in heart and a stranger to woe.<br>With the garland of love green and bright on thy brow,<br>Mayn't thou journey through life and thy voice still retain<br>Its heav'n-given sweetness to sooth grief and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Owen+Suffolk">Owen Suffolk</a><div class=q>
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Which yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,
From thy unsullied spirit it comes to me here,
Like the music of Eden - soft, holy, and clear.
The storm-stirring thoughts o'er my heart holdin..."></div>
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