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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flight To Nature</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SICK of the crowd, the toil, the strife,<br>Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,<br>Seeking for renovated life,<br>By brawling brook and shady tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew thy rocks had spells of old,<br>To soothe the wanderer's woe to calm,<br>And in thy waters, clear and cold,<br>My fev'rish brow would seek for balm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've bent beneath thy ancient oak,<br>And sought for slumber in its shade,<br>And, as the clouds above me broke,<br>I dream'd to find the boon I pray'd;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For light--a blessed light--was given,<br>Wide streaming round me from above,<br>And in the deep, deep vaults of heaven,<br>There shone, methought, a look of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, through the long, long summer hours,<br>When every bird had won its wing,<br>How sweet to think, amidst thy flowers,<br>That youth might yet renew its spring;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sacred season of the heart,<br>When every pulse with hope is strong,<br>And, still untaught by selfish art,<br>Truth fears no guile, and love no wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who, but nature's self, could yield<br>The blessing in the prayer I made,<br>Throned in her realm of wood and field,<br>Of rocky realm and haunted shade?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, but that magic queen, whose sway<br>Drives winter from his path of strife,<br>Whilst all her thousand fingers play,<br>With bud and bird, in games of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With these a kindred life I ask,--<br>Not wealth that mortals vainly seek;<br>But, in heaven's sunshine let me bask,<br>My heart as glowing as my cheek;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An idle heart, that would not heed<br>That chiding voice, when duty comes,<br>To drag the soul, but freshly freed,<br>Back to cold toils and weary glooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No lure she finds in mortal schemes,<br>Which wiser fancies still reprove,--<br>Far happier in her woodland dreams,<br>With one sweet teacher, taught by love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, Nature, that magician be,<br>Restore each dream that taught the boy,<br>That warm'd his hope, that made him free,<br>While wisdom took the shape of joy;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will bless thee with a song,<br>As fond as hers, that idle bird,<br>That sings above me all day long,<br>As if she knew I watch'd and heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Gilmore+Simms">William Gilmore Simms</a><div class=q>
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Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee,
Seeking for renovated life,
By brawling brook and shady tree!

I knew thy rocks had spells of old,
To soothe the wanderer's woe to calm,
And in thy waters, clear and cold,
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