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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Future Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps<br>The disembodied spirits of the dead,<br>When all of thee that time could wither sleeps<br>And perishes among the dust we tread?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain<br>If there I meet thy gentle presence not;<br>Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again<br>In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?<br>That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?<br>My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,<br>Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,<br>In the resplendence of that glorious sphere,<br>And larger movements of the unfettered mind,<br>Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love that lived through all the stormy past,<br>And meekly with my harsher nature bore,<br>And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,<br>Shall it expire with life, and be no more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A happier lot than mine, and larger light,<br>Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will<br>In cheerful homage to the rule of right,<br>And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell,<br>Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll;<br>And wrath has left its scar--that fire of hell<br>Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky,<br>Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name,<br>The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye,<br>Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,<br>The wisdom that I learned so ill in this--<br>The wisdom which is love--till I become<br>Thy fit companion in that land of bliss?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
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