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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Seeing Anthony, The Eldest Child Of Lord And Lady Ashley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was a fair and gentle child <br>Stood leaning by his mother's knee; <br>His noble brow was smooth and mild-- <br>His eyes shone bright with frolic glee-- <br>And he was stately, though so young; <br>As from a noble lineage sprung. <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, gazing on him, as we gaze, <br>Upon a bud, whose promise yet <br>Lies shut from all the glowing rays <br>Which afterwards illumine it: <br>I marvell'd what the fruit might be <br>When that fair plant became a tree. <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! then, what dreams of proud success, <br>That lordly brow of beauty brought, <br>With all its infant stateliness, <br>And all its unripe power of thought! <br>What triumphs, boundless, unconfined, <br>Came crowding on my wand'ring mind! <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gave that child, the voice might hold <br>A future senate in command; <br>Head clear and prompt--heart true and bold-- <br>As quick to act as understand: <br>I dream'd the scholar's fame achieved-- <br>The hero's wreath of laurel weaved! <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as I mused, a whisper came <br>Which (like a friend's reproachful tone, <br>Whose gentleness can smite with shame <br>Far more than fiercest word or frown <br>Roused my vex'd conscience by its spell, <br>And thus the whisper'd warning fell:-- <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah! let the shrouded future be, <br>With all its weight of distant care! <br>Cloud not with dreams of vanity <br>That blue bright eye, and forehead fair! <br>Nor cast thy worldly hopes and fears <br>In shadow o'er his happy years! <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Desire not, even in thy dreams, <br>To hasten those remoter hours <br>Which, bright although their promise seems, <br>Must strip his spring-time of its flowers!-- <br>What triumph, in the time to come, <br>Shall match these early days of home? <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This is the Eden of his life,-- <br>His little heart bounds glad and free: <br>Amid a world of toil and strife, <br>All independent smileth he! <br>Nor dreams by that sweet mother's side <br>Of dark Ambition's restless pride. <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, like a bird in winter,--still <br>Fill'd with a sweet and natural joy, <br>Tho' frost lies bleak upon the hill, <br>And mists obscure the cold grey sky, <br>Which sings, tho' on a leafless bough,-- <br>He smiles, even at the gloomiest brow!' <br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! looking a child's fair face <br>Methinks should purify the heart; <br>As angel presences have grace <br>To bid the darker powers depart, <br>And glorify our grosser sense <br>With a reflected innocence! <br>XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And seeing thee, thou lovely boy, <br>My soul, reproach'd, gave up its schemes <br>Of worldly triumph's heartless joy, <br>For purer and more sinless dreams, <br>And mingled in my farewell there <br>Something of blessing and of prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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IT was a fair and gentle child 
Stood leaning by his mother's knee; 
His noble brow was smooth and mild-- 
His eyes shone bright with frolic glee-- 
And he was stately, though so young; 
As from a noble lineage sprung. 
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