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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Earth’s Moments Of Gloom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The heart knoweth its own bitterness” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart hath its moments of hopeless gloom,<br>As rayless as is the dark night of the tomb;<br>When the past has no spell, the future no ray,<br>To chase the sad cloud from the spirit away;<br>When earth, though in all her rich beauty arrayed,<br>Hath a gloom o’er her flowers—o’er her skies a dark shade,<br>And we turn from all pleasure with loathing away,<br>Too downcast, too spirit sick, even to pray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! where may the heart seek, in moments like this,<br>A whisper of hope, or a faint gleam of bliss?<br>When friendship seems naught but a cold, cheerless flame,<br>And love a still falser and emptier name;<br>When honors and wealth are a wearisome chain,<br>Each link interwoven with grief and with pain,<br>And each solace or joy that the spirit might crave<br>Is barren of comfort and dark as the grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift—lift up thy sinking heart, pilgrim of life!<br>A sure spell there is for thy spirit’s sad strife;<br>’Tis not to be found in the well-springs of earth,—<br>Oh! no, ’tis of higher and holier birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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The heart hath its moments of hopeless gloom,
As rayless as is the dark night of the tomb;
When the past has no spell, the future no ray,
To chase the sad cloud from the spirit away;
When earth, though ..."></div>
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