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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pax Vobiscum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN a forest, far away, <br>One small creeklet, day by day, <br>Murmurs only this sad lay: <br> ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ <br> <br>One old box-tree bends his head, <br>One broad wattle shades her bed, <br>One lone magpie mourns the dead: <br> ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ <br> <br>Echoes come on every breeze, <br>Sighing through the ancient trees, <br>Whisp’ring in their melodies: <br> ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ <br> <br>Mellow sunbeams, morn and eve, <br>Quick to come and slow to leave, <br>Kiss the quilt where daisies weave <br> Rich designs o’er Lilian. <br> <br>When the dying blossoms cling <br>To the skirts of parting Spring, <br>Wattle-boughs and branches fling <br> Showers of gold o’er Lilian. <br> <br>When the Summer moon mounts high, <br>Queen of all the speckless sky, <br>Shafts of silver softly lie <br> O’er the grave of Lilian. <br> <br>Mystic midnight voices melt <br>Through each leafy bower and belt, <br>Round the spot where friends have knelt— <br> ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ <br> <br>Far away from town and tower, <br>Sleeping in a leafy bower, <br>Withered lies the forest flower— <br> ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ <br> <br>There, where passions ne’er intrude, <br>There, where Nature has imbued <br>With her sweets the solitude, <br> Rests the form of Lilian. <br> <br>Dear old forest o’er the sea, <br>Home of Nature’s euphony, <br>Pour thy requiem psalmody <br> O’er the grave of Lilian. <br> <br>Guard that daisy-quilted sod: <br>Thou hast there no common clod; <br>Keep her ashes safe; for God <br> Makes but few like Lilian. <br> <br>Sceptics ask me: ‘Is that clay <br>In the forest far away <br>Part of her?’—I only say: <br> ‘Flow’rets breathe out Lilian; <br> <br>‘From her grave their sweets mount high— <br>Love and beauty never die— <br>Sun and stars, earth, sea and sky <br> All partake of Lilian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bracken">Thomas Bracken</a><div class=q>
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One small creeklet, day by day, 
Murmurs only this sad lay: 
 ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.’ 
 
One old box-tree bends his head, 
One broad wattle shades her bed, 
One lone magpie mourns the dead: 
 ‘Peace be with thee..."></div>
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