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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The End Of The Play</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The play is done; the curtain drops,<br>Slow falling to the prompter's bell:<br>A moment yet the actor stops,<br>And looks around, to say farewell.<br>It is an irksome word and task;<br>And, when he's laughed and said his say,<br>He shows, as he removes the mask,<br>A face that's anything but gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One word, ere yet the evening ends,<br>Let's close it with a parting rhyme,<br>And pledge a hand to all young friends,<br>As fits the merry Christmas time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On life's wide scene you, too, have parts,<br>That Fate ere long shall bid you play;<br>Good night! with honest gentle hearts<br>A kindly greeting go alway!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goodnight—I'd say, the griefs, the joys,<br>Just hinted in this mimic page,<br>The triumphs and defeats of boys,<br>Are but repeated in our age.<br>I'd say, your woes were not less keen,<br>Your hopes more vain than those of men;<br>Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen<br>At forty-five played o'er again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd say, we suffer and we strive,<br>Not less nor more as men, than boys;<br>With grizzled beards at forty-five,<br>As erst at twelve in corduroys.<br>And if, in time of sacred youth,<br>We learned at home to love and pray,<br>Pray Heaven that early Love and Truth<br>May never wholly pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the world, as in the school,<br>I'd say, how fate may change and shift;<br>The prize be sometimes with the fool,<br>The race not always to the swift.<br>The strong may yield, the good may fall,<br>The great man be a vulgar clown,<br>The knave be lifted over all,<br>The kind cast pitilessly down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows the inscrutable design?<br>Blessed be He who took and gave!<br>Why should your mother, Charles, not mine,<br>Be weeping at her darling's grave?<br>*<br>We bow to Heaven that will'd it so,<br>That darkly rules the fate of all,<br>That sends the respite or the blow,<br>That's free to give, or to recall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This crowns his feast with wine and wit:<br>Who brought him to that mirth and state?<br>His betters, see, below him sit,<br>Or hunger hopeless at the gate.<br>Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel<br>To spurn the rags of Lazarus?<br>Come, brother, in that dust we'll kneel,<br>Confessing Heaven that ruled it thus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So each shall mourn, in life's advance,<br>Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed;<br>Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance,<br>And longing passion unfulfilled.<br>Amen! whatever fate be sent,<br>Pray God the heart may kindly glow,<br>Although the head with cares be bent,<br>And whitened with the winter snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come wealth or want, come good or ill,<br>Let young and old accept their part,<br>And bow before the Awful Will,<br>And bear it with an honest heart,<br>Who misses or who wins the prize.<br>Go, lose or conquer as you can;<br>But if you fail, or if you rise,<br>Be each, pray God, a gentleman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gentleman, or old or young!<br>(Bear kindly with my humble lays);<br>The sacred chorus first was sung<br>Upon the first of Christmas days:<br>The shepherds heard it overhead—<br>The joyful angels raised it then:<br>Glory to Heaven on high, it said,<br>And peace on earth to gentle men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My song, save this, is little worth;<br>I lay the weary pen aside,<br>And wish you health, and love, and mirth,<br>As fits the solemn Christmas-tide.<br>As fits the holy Christmas birth,<br>Be this, good friends, our carol still—<br>Be peace on earth, be peace on earth,<br>To men of gentle will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Slow falling to the prompter's bell:
A moment yet the actor stops,
And looks around, to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task;
And, when he's laughed and said his say,
He shows, as he removes the mask,
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