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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Meeting Of The Centuries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurled<br>In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,<br>Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis,<br>Across the great round table of the world.<br>One with suggested sorrows in his mien<br>And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought.<br>And one whose glad expectant presence brought<br>A glow and radiance from the realms unseen. <br>Hand clasped with hand, in silence for a space,<br>The Centuries sat; the sad old eyes of one<br>(As grave paternal eyes regard a son)<br>Gazing upon that other eager face.<br>And then a voice, as cadenceless and gray<br>As the sea's monody in winter time,<br>Mingled with tones melodious, as the chime<br>Of bird choirs, singing in the dawns of May.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE OLD CENTURY SPEAKS:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By you, Hope stands. With me, Experience walks.<br>Like a fair jewel in a faded box,<br>In my tear-rusted heart, sweet pity lies.<br>For all the dreams that look forth from your eyes,<br>And those bright-hued ambitions, which I know <br>Must fall like leaves and perish in Time's snow,<br>(Even as my soul's garden stands bereft,) <br>I give you pity! 'tis the one gift left.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE NEW CENTURY: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nay, nay, good friend! not pity, but Godspeed, <br>Here in the morning of my life I need. <br>Counsel, and not condolence; smiles, not tears, <br>To guide me through the channels of the years. <br>Oh, I am blinded by the blaze of light <br>That shines upon me from the Infinite. <br>Blurred is my vision by the close approach <br>To unseen shores, whereon the times encroach.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE OLD CENTURY:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Illusion, all illusion. List and hear <br>The Godless cannons, booming far and near. <br>Flaunting the flag of Unbelief, with Greed <br>For pilot, lo! the pirate age in speed <br>Bears on to ruin. War's most hideous crimes <br>Besmirch the record of these modern times. <br>Degenerate is the world I leave to you, --<br>My happiest speech to earth will be -- adieu.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE NEW CENTURY:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You speak as one too weary to be just.<br>I hear the guns-I see the greed and lust.<br>The death throes of a giant evil fill<br>The air with riot and confusion. Ill <br>Ofttimes makes fallow ground for Good; and Wrong <br>Builds Right's foundation, when it grows too strong. <br>Pregnant with promise is the hour, and grand <br>The trust you leave in my all-willing hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE OLD CENTURY:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As one who throws a flickering taper's ray <br>To light departing feet, my shadowed way <br>You brighten with your faith. Faith makes the man. <br>Alas, that my poor foolish age outran <br>Its early trust in God. The death of art <br>And progress follows, when the world's hard heart <br>Casts out religion. 'Tis the human brain <br>Men worship now, and heaven, to them, means gain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE NEW CENTURY: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Faith is not dead, tho' priest and creed may pass, <br>For thought has leavened the whole unthinking mass. <br>And man looks now to find the God within. <br>We shall talk more of love, and less of sin, <br>In this new era. We are drawing near <br>Unatlassed boundaries of a larger sphere. <br>With awe, I wait, till Science leads us on, <br>Into the full effulgence of its dawn.</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=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a></strong></div>