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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=36996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O May I Join the Choir Invisible</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=36996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exigium.<br>—CICERO, ad Att., xii. 18.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=36996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O may I join the choir invisible<br> Of those immortal dead who live again<br> In minds made better by their presence: live<br> In pulses stirred to generosity,<br> In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn<br> For miserable aims that end with self,<br> In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,<br> And with their mild persistence urge man's search<br> To vaster issues.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=36996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> So to live is heaven:<br> To make undying music in the world,<br> Breathing as beauteous order that controls<br> With growing sway the growing life of man.<br> So we inherit that sweet purity<br> For which we struggled, failed, and agonised<br> With widening retrospect that bred despair.<br> Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued,<br> A vicious parent shaming still its child<br> Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved;<br> Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies,<br> Die in the large and charitable air.<br> And all our rarer, better, truer self,<br> That sobbed religiously in yearning song,<br> That watched to ease the burthen of the world,<br> Laboriously tracing what must be,<br> And what may yet be better— saw within<br> A worthier image for the sanctuary,<br> And shaped it forth before the multitude<br> Divinely human, raising worship so<br> To higher reference more mixed with love—<br> That better self shall live till human Time<br> Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky<br> Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb<br> Unread for ever.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=36996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> This is life to come,<br> Which martyred men have made more glorious<br> For us who strive to follow. May I reach<br> That purest heaven, be to other souls<br> The cup of strength in some great agony,<br> Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,<br> Beget the smiles that have no cruelty—<br> Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,<br> And in diffusion ever more intense.<br> So shall I join the choir invisible<br> Whose music is the gladness of the world.</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=George+Eliot">George Eliot</a></strong></div>

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