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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Maxim Of Peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never have regrets, brother,<br>But for sake of sin;<br>The treacherous heart within<br>All too soon forgets, brother,<br>How it felt, and was, in thought,<br>Acting out the thing it ought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All thy will was well, brother,<br>Well didst thou deserve;<br>Circumstance might swerve,<br>But, the truth to tell, brother,<br>Consequences none foresee<br>Never need be cares to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always for the best, brother,<br>Hourly hast thou striven;<br>Though to be forgiven,<br>This shall be thy test, brother,--<br>Did not honest zeal obey<br>Duty's impulse every day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What seem'd then so right, brother,<br>Let no censure now,<br>No unkindly brow,<br>Damage in thy sight, brother;<br>Yesterday did what it could; <br>Scorn not thou its humbler good!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To thyself be true, brother;<br>Yield not to regret;<br>Nor thy spirit fret<br>To do, or to undo, brother,<br>What is now beyond thy skill;<br>Facts are facts, do what we will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every Present seems, brother,<br>Girt about with friends;<br>Every Future sends<br>Glory to thy dreams, brother;<br>But we all condemn too fast<br>The friendless and the hopeless Past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scorn not what thou wast, brother,--<br>Trust not what thou art;<br>Watch thy coward heart;<br>Look to that thou hast, brother;<br>Nothing is within thy power,<br>But the swiftly passing hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore do not set, brother,<br>Sorrow on the past;<br>When the die is cast<br>Never nurse regret, brother:<br>Only for thy sin be sad,<br>For all beside be wisely glad!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Martin+Farquhar+Tupper">Martin Farquhar Tupper</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=542955" data-title="A Maxim Of Peace de Martin Farquhar Tupper" data-description="Never have regrets, brother, But for sake of sin; The treacherous heart within All too soon forgets, brother, How it felt, and was, in thought, Acting out the thing it ought. All thy will was well, brother, Well didst thou deserve; Circumstance m..."></div> </div> </div>
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