<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four Score</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I count the mercifullest part of all <br>God's mercies, in this coil of eighty years, <br>Is that no sense of being disappears <br>Or fails; I see the signal, hear the call, <br>Can calmly estimate the rise and fall <br>Of moth-like mortals in this &quot;vale of tears&quot;; <br>And all His glorious works--the heavenly spheres, <br>The ocean, and the earth's unending wall-- <br>Remain, for thought and wonder! Marvellous <br>Is God's creation, with its endless space <br>And those inhabited bright worlds by law <br>Divinely governed, as they shine on us, <br>Still keeping through all time their ordered place; <br>I bow my head in rapture and in awe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Parkes">Sir Henry Parkes</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=519296" data-title="Four Score de Sir Henry Parkes" data-description="I count the mercifullest part of all God's mercies, in this coil of eighty years, Is that no sense of being disappears Or fails; I see the signal, hear the call, Can calmly estimate the rise and fall Of moth-like mortals in this &quot;vale of..."></div> </div> </div>

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