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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On 4th August, 1853.<br>Being three days before he sailed for Australia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the trackless seas I go,<br>No matter when or where,<br>And few my future lot will know,<br>And fewer still will care.<br>My hopes are gone, my time is spent,<br>I little heed their loss,<br>And if I cannot feel content,<br>I cannot feel remorse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My parents bid me cross the flood,<br>My kindred frowned at me;<br>They say I have belied my blood,<br>And stained my pedigree.<br>But I must turn from those who chide,<br>And laugh at those who frown;<br>I cannot quench my stubborn pride,<br>Nor keep my spirits down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once had talents fit to win<br>Success in life's career,<br>And if I chose a part of sin,<br>My choice has cost me dear.<br>But those who brand me with disgrace<br>Will scarcely dare to say<br>They spoke the taunt before my face,<br>And went unscathed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends will miss a comrade's face,<br>And pledge me on the seas,<br>Who shared the wine-cup or the chase,<br>Or follies worse than these.<br>A careless smile, a parting glass,<br>A hand that waves adieu,<br>And from my sight they soon will pass,<br>And from my memory too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved a girl not long ago,<br>And, till my suit was told,<br>I thought her breast as fair as snow,<br> <br>'Twas very near as cold;<br>And yet I spoke, with feelings more<br>Of recklessness than pain,<br>Those words I never spoke before,<br>Nor never shall again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her cheek grew pale, in her dark eye<br>I saw the tear-drop shine;<br>Her red lips faltered in reply,<br>And then were pressed to mine.<br>A quick pulsation of the heart!<br>A flutter of the breath!<br>A smothered sob — and thus we part,<br>To meet no more till death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I may at times recall<br>Her memory with a sigh;<br>At times for me the tears may fall<br>And dim her sparkling eye.<br>But absent friends are soon forgot,<br>And in a year or less<br>'Twill doubtless be another's lot<br>Those very lips to press!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With adverse fate we best can cope<br>When all we prize has fled;<br>And where there's little left to hope,<br>There's little left to dread!<br>Oh, time glides ever quickly by!<br>Destroying all that's dear;<br>On earth there's little worth a sigh,<br>And nothing worth a tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What fears have I? What hopes in life?<br>What joys can I command?<br>A few short years of toil and strife<br>In a strange and distant land!<br>When green grass sprouts above this clay<br>(And that might be ere long),<br>Some friends may read these lines and say,<br>The world has judged him wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a spot not far away<br>Where my young sister sleeps,<br>Who seems alive but yesterday,<br>So fresh her memory keeps;<br>For we have played in childhood there<br>Beneath the hawthorn's bough,<br>And bent our knee in childish prayer<br> <br>I cannot utter now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of late so reckless and so wild,<br>That spot recalls to me<br>That I was once a laughing child,<br>As innocent as she;<br>And there, while August's wild flow'rs wave,<br>I wandered all alone,<br>Strewed blossoms on her little grave,<br>And knelt beside the stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to have a load to bear,<br>A heavy, choking grief;<br>Could I have forced a single tear<br>I might have felt relief.<br>I think my hot and restless heart<br>Has scorched the channels dry,<br>From which those sighs of sorrow start<br>To moisten cheek and eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sister, farewell! farewell once more<br>To every youthful tie!<br>Friends! parents! kinsmen! native shore!<br>To each and all good-bye!<br>And thoughts which for the moment seem<br>To bind me with a spell,<br>Ambitious hope! love's boyish dream!<br>To you a last farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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Being three days before he sailed for Australia.

Across the trackless seas I go,
No matter when or where,
And few my future lot will know,
And fewer still will care.
My hopes are gone, my time is spent,
I little heed their lo..."></div>
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