<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Of The Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome silence! welcome peace!<br>O most welcome, holy shade!<br>Thus I prove as years increase,<br>My heart and soul for quiet made.<br>Thus I fix my firm belief<br>While rapture's gushing tears descend;<br>That every flower and every leaf<br>Is moral Truth's unerring friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not for a world of gold<br>That Nature's lovely face should tire;<br>Fountain of blessings yet untold;<br>Pure source of intellectual fire!<br>Fancy's fair buds, the germs of song,<br>Unquicken'd midst the world's rude strife,<br>Shall sweet retirement render strong,<br>And morning silence bring to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then tell me not that I shall grow<br>Forlorn, that fields and woods will cloy;<br>From Nature and her changes flow<br>An everlasting tide of joy.<br>I grant that summer heats will burn,<br>That keen will come the frosty night;<br>But both shall please: and each in turn<br>Yield Reason's most supreme delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build me a shrine, and I could kneel<br>To Rural Gods, or prostrate fall;<br>Did I not see, did I not feel,<br>That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all.<br>O heav'n permit that I may lie<br>Where o'er my corse green branches ware;<br>And those who from life's tumult fly<br>With kindred feelings press my grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Bloomfield">Robert Bloomfield</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=562702" data-title="Love Of The Country de Robert Bloomfield" data-description="Welcome silence! welcome peace! O most welcome, holy shade! Thus I prove as years increase, My heart and soul for quiet made. Thus I fix my firm belief While rapture's gushing tears descend; That every flower and every leaf Is moral Truth's unerri..."></div> </div> </div>

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