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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Euthansia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sea-gull with a broken wing,<br>I found upon the kelp-strewn shore.<br>It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: "Poor thing!<br>I fear your flying days are o'er;<br>Sad victim of a savage gun,<br>So ends your soaring in the sun."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only wanted to be kind;<br>Its icy legs I gently caught,<br>Thinking its fracture I might bind,<br>But fiercely in its fear it fought;<br>Till guessing that I meant no ill,<br>It glared and gaped, but lay quite still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took it home and gave it food,<br>And nursed its wing day after day.<br>Alas for my solicitude,<br>It would not eat, but pined away.<br>And so at last with tender hands<br>I took it to its native sands.<br>"I'll leave it where its kindred are,"<br>I thought, "And maybe they will cheer<br>And comfort it": I watched afar,<br>I saw them wheeling swiftly near. . . .<br>Awhile they hovered overhead,<br>Then darted down and - stabbed it dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When agonized is human breath,<br>And there's of living not a chance,<br>Could it not be that gentle death<br>Might mean divine deliverance?<br>Might it not seep into our skulls<br>To be as merciful as gulls?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508312" data-title="Euthansia de Robert William Service" data-description="A sea-gull with a broken wing, I found upon the kelp-strewn shore. It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: "Poor thing! I fear your flying days are o'er; Sad victim of a savage gun, So ends your soaring in the sun." I only wanted to be kind; ..."></div> </div> </div>
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