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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pair of very chubby legs<br>Encased in scarlet hose;<br>A pair of little stubby boots<br>With rather doubtful toes;<br>A little kilt, a little coat,<br>Cut as a mother can,<br>And lo! before us strides in state<br>The Future's 'coming man.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes, perchance, will read the stars,<br>And search their unknown ways;<br>Perchance the human heart and soul<br>Will open to their gaze;<br>Perchance their keen and flashing glance<br>Will be a nation's light,--<br>Those eyes that now are wistful bent<br>On some 'big fellow's' kite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That brow where mighty thought will dwell<br>In solemn, secret state;<br>Where fierce ambition's restless strength<br>Shall war wih future fate;<br>Where science from now hidden caves<br>New treasures shall outpour,--<br>'Tis knit now with a troubled doubt,<br>Are two, or three cents, more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those lips that, in the coming yaars,<br>Will plead, or pray, or teach;<br>Whose whispered words, on lightning flash,<br>From world to world may reach;<br>That, sternly grave, may speak command,<br>Or, smiling, win control,--<br>Are coaxing now for gingerbread<br>With all a baby's soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those hands--those little busy hands--<br>So sticky, small, and brown,<br>Those hands, whose only mission seems<br>To pull all order down,--<br>Who knows what hidden strength may lie<br>Within their future grasp,<br>Though now 'tis but a taffy-stick<br>In sturdy hold they clasp?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, blessings on those little hands,<br>Whose work is yet undone!<br>And blessings on those little feet,<br>Whose race is yet un-run!<br>And blessings on the little brain<br>That has not learned to plan!<br>Whate'er the Future hold in store,<br>God bless the 'coming man'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Encased in scarlet hose;
A pair of little stubby boots
With rather doubtful toes;
A little kilt, a little coat,
Cut as a mother can,
And lo! before us strides in state
The Future's 'coming man.' 

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