<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Telegraph Clerk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting here by my desk all day,<br>Hearing the constant click<br>As the messages speed on their way,<br>And the call comes sharp and quick--<br>Oh, what a varied tale they tell<br>Of joy and hope and fear!<br>The funeral knell and the marriage bell<br>In their steady tick I hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Mother is dying; come at once.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the tears will almost start,<br>For tender daughters and loving sons--<br>God pity each aching heart!<br>Ah! how the haunting memories press<br>Of the mother's unfailing tenderness,<br>That is now forever o'er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I am well; will come tonight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How bright some eyes will glow<br>All day long with a happy light<br>As they watch the moments go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have had no letters; is something wrong?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some heart is sad today,<br>Counting the hours that seem so long<br>For the sake of one away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Arthur Ross, by accident killed;<br>Tell his mother, am coming home.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas for the home with such sorrow filled,<br>When the bitter tidings come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alice is better; gaining fast.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hearts that have been bowed<br>Under their weight of fear, at last<br>Shall lose their weary load.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So over the wires the tidings speed,<br>Bitter and grave and gay;<br>Some hearts shall beat, and some shall bleed,<br>For the tale they have to say.<br>As I sit all day by my desk alone<br>I hear the steam go by,<br>And catch the wires' changeful tone<br>With a smile and then a sigh.</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> <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=345821" data-title="The Telegraph Clerk de Anonymous Americas" data-description="Sitting here by my desk all day, Hearing the constant click As the messages speed on their way, And the call comes sharp and quick-- Oh, what a varied tale they tell Of joy and hope and fear! The funeral knell and the marriage bell In their steady..."></div> </div> </div>

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