<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vignette - III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE ARTISAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This twilight gloom. This lone retreat--<br>This silence to my soul is sweet!<br>Awhile escap'd from toil and strife,<br>And all the lesser ills of life,<br>Here only at the evening's close,<br>My weary spirit finds repose;<br>My sinking heart its freedom gains,<br>Which poverty had bound in chains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For here unheard the moments fly--<br>And so secure, so happy I,<br>That, often at the very last,<br>I feel not that my dream is past.<br>The little hour of bliss I spend,<br>With thee, my chosen, only friend!<br>That transient hour the heart sustains,<br>Which poverty has bound in chains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for this dear, this precious hour,<br>I would not, if I had the power,<br>Exchange a worldling's life of ease,<br>Whom all around him seek to please.<br>I have no other friend beside,<br>But here I safely may confide.<br>Suspicion ne'er the bosom stains,<br>Which poverty has bound in chains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How oft I wonder at my lot!<br>How oft are all but thee forgot!<br>While in this half-despairing breast,<br>Love builds a little, quiet nest,<br>To hover o'er with joyous wing,<br>Nay, sometimes soar aloft and sing!<br>'Tis this alone the heart sustains,<br>Which poverty has bound in chains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matilda+Betham">Matilda Betham</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=581665" data-title="Vignette - III de Matilda Betham" data-description="THE ARTISAN. This twilight gloom. This lone retreat-- This silence to my soul is sweet! Awhile escap'd from toil and strife, And all the lesser ills of life, Here only at the evening's close, My weary spirit finds repose; My sinking heart its fr..."></div> </div> </div>

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