<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's Forth Across The Roaring Foam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,<br>It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest,<br>From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold,<br>To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where all the deep-sea galleons ride that come to bring the corn,<br>Where falls the fog at eventide and blows the breeze at morn;<br>It's there that I was sick and sad, alone and poor and cold,<br>In yon distressful city beside the Gates of Gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slept as one that nothing knows; but far along my way,<br>Before the morning God rose and planned the coming day;<br>Afar before me forth he went, as through the sands of old,<br>And chose the friends to help me beside the Gates of Gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been near, I have been far, my back's been at the wall,<br>Yet aye and ever shone the star to guide me through it all:<br>The love of God, the help of man, they both shall make me bold<br>Against the gates of darkness as beside the Gates of Gold.</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> <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=507660" data-title="It's Forth Across The Roaring Foam de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west, It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest, From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold, To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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