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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Charles Dickens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Above our dear Romancer's dust<br>Grief takes the place of praise,<br>Because of sudden cypress thrust<br>Amid the old-earned bays.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! when shall such another friend<br>By England's fireside sit,<br>To tell her of her faults, yet blend<br>Sage words with kindly wit?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He brings no pageants of the past<br>To wile our hearts away;<br>But wins our love for those who cast<br>Their lot with ours to-day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He gives us laughter glad and long;<br>He gives us tears as pure;<br>He shames us with the published wrong<br>We meted to the poor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Through webs and dust and weather-stains,<br>His sunlike genius paints,<br>On life's transfigured chancel-panes,<br>The angels and the saints.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He bade us to a lordly feast,<br>And gave us of his best;<br>And vanished, while the mirth increased,<br>To be Another's guest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For Death had summoned him, in haste,<br>Where hands of the Divine<br>Pour out, for him who toiled to taste,<br>The Paradisal wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well, God be thanked, we did not wait<br>His greatness to discern<br>By funeral lights, in that Too-Late<br>When ashes fill the urn.</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=Mary+Hannay+Foott">Mary Hannay Foott</a></strong></div>

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