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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Be Still, My Soul, Be Still</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, <br>Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. <br>Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little, <br>The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry <br>I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; <br>Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: <br>Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, <br>I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. <br>Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: <br>Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; <br>All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: <br>Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-- <br>Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?</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=Alfred+Edward+Housman">Alfred Edward Housman</a></strong></div>