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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Valentine's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MOTLEY I count the only wear<br>That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,<br>Who boldly smile upon despair<br>And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyes.<br>Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer<br>That the bare listening should make strong like wine,<br>At this unruly time of year,<br>The Feast of Valentine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We do not now parade our &quot;oughts&quot;<br>And &quot;shoulds&quot; and motives and beliefs in God.<br>Their life lies all indoors; sad thoughts<br>Must keep the house, while gay thoughts go abroad,<br>Within we hold the wake for hopes deceased;<br>But in the public streets, in wind or sun,<br>Keep open, at the annual feast,<br>The puppet-booth of fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our powers, perhaps, are small to please,<br>But even negro-songs and castanettes,<br>Old jokes and hackneyed repartees<br>Are more than the parade of vain regrets.<br>Let Jacques stand Wert(h)ering by the wounded deer -<br>We shall make merry, honest friends of mine,<br>At this unruly time of year,<br>The Feast of Valentine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know how, day by weary day,<br>Hope fades, love fades, a thousand pleasures fade.<br>I have not trudged in vain that way<br>On which life's daylight darkens, shade by shade.<br>And still, with hopes decreasing, griefs increased,<br>Still, with what wit I have shall I, for one,<br>Keep open, at the annual feast,<br>The puppet-booth of fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I care not if the wit be poor,<br>The old worn motley stained with rain and tears,<br>If but the courage still endure<br>That filled and strengthened hope in earlier years;<br>If still, with friends averted, fate severe,<br>A glad, untainted cheerfulness be mine<br>To greet the unruly time of year,<br>The Feast of Valentine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Priest, I am none of thine, and see<br>In the perspective of still hopeful youth<br>That Truth shall triumph over thee -<br>Truth to one's self - I know no other truth.<br>I see strange days for thee and thine, O priest,<br>And how your doctrines, fallen one by one,<br>Shall furnish at the annual feast<br>The puppet-booth of fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stand on your putrid ruins - stand,<br>White neck-clothed bigot, fixedly the same,<br>Cruel with all things but the hand,<br>Inquisitor in all things but the name.<br>Back, minister of Christ and source of fear -<br>We cherish freedom - back with thee and thine<br>From this unruly time of year,<br>The Feast of Valentine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood thou mayest spare; but what of tears?<br>But what of riven households, broken faith -<br>Bywords that cling through all men's years<br>And drag them surely down to shame and death?<br>Stand back, O cruel man, O foe of youth,<br>And let such men as hearken not thy voice<br>Press freely up the road to truth,<br>The King's highway of choice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,
Who boldly smile upon despair
And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyes.
Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer
That the bare listening should make strong lik..."></div>
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