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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My child! thou seest me content to lead<br>A lonely life. Do thou, in imitation,<br>Not happy, nor triumphant, learn the need<br>Of resignation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All guileless be, commercing with the skies,<br>And as a sun to glorify the whole;<br>My child, within the azure of thine eyes,<br>Put thou thy soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For none are happy, none triumphant here;<br>To all their little span is incomplete.<br>Our life is but a shadow, and, my dear,<br>The shadows fleet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! of their weary lot all men complain.<br>To happiness, oh! strange and cruel fate,<br>All things are wanting, all! we seek in vain,<br>Or find too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What are the boons we crave, each for his part,<br>The hope of which doth still our hearts beguile?<br>Renown and wealth, a word, a woman’s heart,<br>A loving smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mirth, to the unloved king, is wanting still;<br>A drop of water to Sahara’s plain;<br>Man’s heart is like a well, which, as we fill,<br>But dries again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold those thinkers whom we idolize,<br>Those heroes whose command we gladly own,<br>Whose names illuminate our somber skies—<br>Where are they flown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rose like meteors through the wintry air,<br>And dazzled for a moment every eye;<br>Then sunk into the careless grave, and there<br>In darkness lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind Heaven, that knows our bitter griefs and fears,<br>Takes pity on our vain and empty days,<br>And bathes each morning with refreshing tears<br>Our dusty ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One only law there is, so just and mild,<br>Of which each honest heart must own the sway:<br>To pity, nothing hate, and, oh! my child,<br>To love alway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</a><div class=q>
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Not happy, nor triumphant, learn the need
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All guileless be, commercing with the skies,
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