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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God-Forgotten</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I towered far, and lo! I stood within <br> The presence of the Lord Most High, <br>Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win <br> Some answer to their cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --"The Earth, say'st thou? The Human race? <br> By Me created? Sad its lot? <br>Nay: I have no remembrance of such place: <br> Such world I fashioned not." - </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --"O Lord, forgive me when I say <br> Thou spak'st the word, and mad'st it all." - <br>"The Earth of men--let me bethink me . . . Yea! <br> I dimly do recall </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Some tiny sphere I built long back <br> (Mid millions of such shapes of mine) <br>So named . . . It perished, surely--not a wrack <br> Remaining, or a sign? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "It lost my interest from the first, <br> My aims therefor succeeding ill; <br>Haply it died of doing as it durst?" - <br> "Lord, it existeth still." - </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Dark, then, its life! For not a cry <br> Of aught it bears do I now hear; <br>Of its own act the threads were snapt whereby <br> Its plaints had reached mine ear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "It used to ask for gifts of good, <br> Till came its severance self-entailed, <br>When sudden silence on that side ensued, <br> And has till now prevailed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "All other orbs have kept in touch; <br> Their voicings reach me speedily: <br>Thy people took upon them overmuch <br> In sundering them from me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And it is strange--though sad enough - <br> Earth's race should think that one whose call <br>Frames, daily, shining spheres of flawless stuff <br> Must heed their tainted ball! . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "But say'st thou 'tis by pangs distraught, <br> And strife, and silent suffering? - <br>Deep grieved am I that injury should be wrought <br> Even on so poor a thing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Thou should'st have learnt that Not to Mend <br> For Me could mean but Not to Know: <br>Hence, Messengers! and straightway put an end <br> To what men undergo." . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Homing at dawn, I thought to see <br> One of the Messengers standing by. <br>- Oh, childish thought! . . . Yet oft it comes to me <br> When trouble hovers nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529491" data-title="God-Forgotten de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win Some answer to their cry. --"The Earth, say'st thou? The Human race..."></div> </div> </div>
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