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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Full of God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How full of God those evening skies, <br> Arrayed in calmest loveliness; <br>But ah! To think how many eyes <br> Are wet with weeping none the less. <br>Nay, hearts are aching, eyes are wet <br> The more that they so richly glow, <br>Since in the past some glory set, <br> To leave them in the dark of woe. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To leave them dark, and such a tinge <br> O’er every aftersunset throw, <br>That it should only seem to fringe <br> The pall of a dead long ago. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah well-a-day! But so it is, <br> Pale sorrow groaneth everywhere, <br>And pain and loss we cannot miss; <br> To think is almost to despair. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></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=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a></strong></div>

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