<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homesick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve lit the Christmas candle,<br>As we used to long ago<br>When it shone through cabin windows<br>On Holly-hedge and snow.<br>In this fine new house they’ve built me<br>That is furnished rich and fair-<br>But I’m hearing now the breakers rolling round the cliffs of Moher,<br>And my heart is aching, aching for a breath of Irish air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wren boys on St. Stephen’s Day.<br>Went singin’ up and down<br>With their poor dead wren and thorn bush,<br>I heard them through the town.<br>But to-night down lighted city streets,<br>I hear the distant band,<br>And when’er they play ‘our own’ hymns or tune of dear old Ireland,<br>The poor old foolish heart of me is in another land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Twas a lonely hillside chapel,<br>Where we tramped to midnight Mass,<br>With the flaring lights we carried<br>Throwing shadows on the grass.<br>But to-night my boy will drive me<br>In his grand new limousine,<br>And he’ll wrap my furs around me, proudly caring for his Mother,<br>And I’ll ride to the Cathedral just as grand as any queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! No, I’m not repinin’,<br>And I love this wide new land,<br>And I’m proud to see the childer<br>Growin’ prosperous and grand,<br>But roots strike deep in Irish soil,<br>Old memories are sweet,<br>And to-night my heart is yearnin’ for the cabin I was born in,<br>And I smell the reek of turf-smoke driftin’ up the city streets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</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=342179" data-title="Homesick de Alice Guerin Crist" data-description="I’ve lit the Christmas candle, As we used to long ago When it shone through cabin windows On Holly-hedge and snow. In this fine new house they’ve built me That is furnished rich and fair- But I’m hearing now the breakers rolling round the cl..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black