<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pauper's Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! and not one to heave the pious sigh!<br>Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye<br>For social scenes, for life's endearments fled,<br>Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead!<br>Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee,<br>And sorrow for forlorn humanity.<br>Yes I will weep, but not that thou art come<br>To the stern Sabbath of the silent tomb:<br>For squalid Want, and the black scorpion Care,<br>Heart-withering fiends! shall never enter there.<br>I sorrow for the ills thy life has known<br>As thro' the world's long pilgrimage, alone,<br>Haunted by Poverty and woe-begone,<br>Unloved, unfriended, thou didst journey on:<br>Thy youth in ignorance and labour past,<br>And thine old age all barrenness and blast!<br>Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom'd to woe,<br>Denied thee wisdom to support the blow;<br>And robb'd of all its energy thy mind,<br>Ere yet it cast thee on thy fellow-kind,<br>Abject of thought, the victim of distress,<br>To wander in the world's wide wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor Outcast sleep in peace! the wintry storm<br>Blows bleak no more on thine unshelter'd form;<br>Thy woes are past; thou restest in the tomb;--<br>I pause--and ponder on the days to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</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=508103" data-title="The Pauper's Funeral de Robert Southey" data-description="What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for life's endearments fled, Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead! Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee, And sorrow for forlorn hum..."></div> </div> </div>

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