<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. <br>But it is never lost, my lord. <br>Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, <br>buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed <br>and imagined all work had ceased. <br>In the morning I woke up <br>and found my garden full with wonders of flowers. <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</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=479943" data-title="Lost Time de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripeni..."></div> </div> </div>

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