<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue<br>Bright as thy mother’s in their hue;<br>Those rosy lips, whose dimples play<br>And smile to steal the heart away,<br>Recall a scene of former joy,<br>And touch thy father’s heart, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou canst lisp a father’s name—<br>Ah, William, were thine own the same,—<br>No self-reproach—but, let me cease—<br>My care for thee shall purchase peace;<br>Thy mother’s shade shall smile in joy,<br>And pardon all the past, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lowly grave the turf has prest,<br>And thou hast known a stranger’s breast;<br>Derision sneers upon thy birth,<br>And yields thee scarce a name on earth;<br>Yet shall not these one hope destroy,—<br>A Father’s heart is thine, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, let the world unfeeling frown,<br>Must I fond Nature’s claims disown?<br>Ah, no—though moralists reprove,<br>I hail thee, dearest child of Love,<br>Fair cherub, pledge of youth and joy—<br>A Father guards thy birth, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh,’twill be sweet in thee to trace,<br>Ere Age has wrinkled o’er my face,<br>Ere half my glass of life is run,<br>At once a brother and a son;<br>And all my wane of years employ<br>In justice done to thee, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although so young thy heedless sire,<br>Youth will not damp parental fire;<br>And, wert thou still less dear to me,<br>While Helen’s form revives in thee,<br>The breast, which beat to former joy,<br>Will ne’er desert its pledge, my Boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116801" data-title="To My Son de Byron" data-description="Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue/Bright as thy mother’s in their hue;/Those rosy lips, whose dimples play/And smile to steal the heart away,/Recall a scene of former joy,/And touch thy father’s heart, my Boy!/And thou canst lisp a father..."></div> </div> </div>

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