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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy's City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joy's City hath high battlements of gold;<br>Joy's City hath her streets of gem-wrought flow'rs;<br>She hath her palaces high reared and bold,<br>And tender shades of perfumed lily bowers;<br>But ever day by day, and ever night by night,<br>An Angel measures still our City of Delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He hath a rule of gold, and never stays,<br>But ceaseless round the burnish'd ramparts glides;<br>He measures minutes of her joyous days,<br>Her walls, her trees, the music of her tides;<br>The roundness of her buds--Joy's own fair city lies,<br>Known to its heart-core by his stern and thoughtful eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Above the sounds of timbrel and of song,<br>Of greeting friends, of lovers 'mid the flowers,<br>The Angel's voice arises clear and strong:<br>'O City, by so many leagues thy bow'rs<br>Stretch o'er the plains, and in the fair high-lifted blue<br>So many cubits rise thy tow'rs beyond the view.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why dost thou, Angel, measure Joy's fair walls?<br>Unceasing gliding by their burnish'd stones;<br>Go, rather measure Sorrow's gloomy halls;<br>Her cypress bow'rs, her charnel-house of bones;<br>Her groans, her tears, the rue in her jet chalices;<br>But leave unmeasured more, Joy's fairy palaces.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=413298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Angel spake: 'Joy hath her limits set,<br>But Sorrow hath no bounds--Joy is a guest<br>Perchance may enter; but no heart puls'd yet,<br>Where Sorrow did not lay her down to rest;<br>She hath no city by so many leagues confin'd,<br>I cannot measure bounds where there are none to find.'</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=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a></strong></div>

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