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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wonderer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish that I could understand<br>The moving marvel of my Hand;<br>I watch my fingers turn and twist,<br>The supple bending of my wrist,<br>The dainty touch of finger-tip,<br>The steel intensity of grip;<br>A tool of exquisite design,<br>With pride I think: &quot;It's mine! It's mine!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then there's the wonder of my Eyes,<br>Where hills and houses, seas and skies,<br>In waves of light converge and pass,<br>And print themselves as on a glass.<br>Line, form and color live in me;<br>I am the Beauty that I see;<br>Ah! I could write a book of size<br>About the wonder of my Eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of the wonder of my Heart,<br>That plays so faithfully its part?<br>I hear it running sound and sweet;<br>It does not seem to miss a beat;<br>Between the cradle and the grave<br>It never falters, stanch and brave.<br>Alas! I wish I had the art<br>To tell the wonder of my Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then oh! but how can I explain<br>The wondrous wonder of my Brain?<br>That marvelous machine that brings<br>All consciousness of wonderings;<br>That lets me from myself leap out<br>And watch my body walk about;<br>It's hopeless -- all my words are vain<br>To tell the wonder of my Brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But do not think, O patient friend,<br>Who reads these stanzas to the end,<br>That I myself would glorify. . . .<br>You're just as wonderful as I,<br>And all Creation in our view<br>Is quite as marvelous as you.<br>Come, let us on the sea-shore stand<br>And wonder at a grain of sand;<br>And then into the meadow pass<br>And marvel at a blade of grass;<br>Or cast our vision high and far<br>And thrill with wonder at a star;<br>A host of stars -- night's holy tent<br>Huge-glittering with wonderment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If wonder is in great and small,<br>Then what of Him who made it all?<br>In eyes and brain and heart and limb<br>Let's see the wondrous work of Him.<br>In house and hill and sward and sea,<br>In bird and beast and flower and tree,<br>In everything from sun to sod,<br>The wonder and the awe of God.</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>
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The moving marvel of my Hand;
I watch my fingers turn and twist,
The supple bending of my wrist,
The dainty touch of finger-tip,
The steel intensity of grip;
A tool of exquisite design,
With pride I think: &quot;It's..."></div>
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