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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In a College Settlement</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sights and sounds of the wretched street<br>Oppressed me, and I said: "We cheat<br>Our hearts with hope. Man sunken lies<br>In vice, and naught that's fair or sweet<br>Finds further favor in his eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Vainly we strive, in sanguine mood,<br>To elevate a savage brood<br>Which, from the cradle, sordid, dull,<br>No longer has a wish for good,<br>Or craving for the beautiful."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I said; but chiding my despair,<br>My wiser friend just pointed where,<br>By some indifferent passer thrown<br>Upon a heap of ashes bare,<br>The loose leaves of a rose were sown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I, 'twixt tenderness and doubt,<br>Beheld, while pity grew devout,<br>A squalid and uneager child,<br>With careful fingers picking out<br>The scentless petals, dust-defiled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And straight I seemed to see a close,<br>With hawthorn hedged and brier-rose;<br>And, bending down, I whispered, "Dear,<br>Come, let us fly, while no one knows,<br>To the country—far away from here!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Upon the little world-worn face<br>There dawned a look of wistful grace,<br>Then came the question that for hours<br>Still followed me from place to place:<br>"Real country, where you can catch flowers?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates&d=Poems">Poems</a></em></div>

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