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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Clouds That Promise A Glorious Morrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The clouds that promise a glorious morrow<br>Are fading slowly, one by one;<br>The earth no more bright rays may borrow<br>From her loved Lord, the golden sun;<br>Gray evening shadows are softly creeping,<br>With noiseless steps, o’er vale and hill;<br>The birds and flowers are calmly sleeping;<br>And all around is fair and still. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once loved I dearly, at this sweet hour,<br>With loitering steps to careless stray,<br>To idly gather an opening flower,<br>And often pause upon my way,—<br>Gazing around me with joyous feeling,<br>From sunny earth to azure sky,<br>Or bending over the streamlet, stealing<br>’Mid banks of flowers and verdure by. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You wond’ring ask me why sit I lonely<br>Within my quiet, curtain’d room,<br>So idly seeking and clinging only<br>Unto its chastened, thoughtful gloom.<br>You tell me that never fragrance rarer<br>Did breathe from clustering leaf and bough;<br>That never the bright spring was fairer<br>Or more enchanting than she is now. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, useless chiding! The loved ones tender,<br>Who shared my rambles long ago,<br>Whose cherished accents could only render<br>Words of affection soft and low,<br>Are parted from me, perchance for ever,<br>By miles of distance, of land or main,—<br>Death some has taken, and them, oh never<br>Upon this earth shall I meet again. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">’Tis thus this hour of gentle even<br>Brings back in thought the friends long gone,—<br>Loved ones with whom this earth was Heaven<br>But who have vanished, one by one.—<br>’Tis thus I cherish with wilful sadness<br>The quiet of my lonely room,—<br>Careless, unmindful of all earth’s gladness,<br>Or of her lovely evening bloom.</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=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a></strong></div>

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