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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Ferdinand Seymour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ROSY child, with forehead fair, <br>Coral lip, and shining hair, <br>In whose mirthful, clever eyes <br>Such a world of gladness lies; <br>As thy loose curls idly straying <br>O'er thy mother's cheek, while playing, <br>Blend her soft lock's shadowy twine <br>With the glittering light of thine,-- <br>Who shall say, who gazes now, <br>Which is fairest, she or thou? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sweet contrast are ye met, <br>Such as heart could ne'er forget: <br>Thou art brilliant as a flower, <br>Crimsoning in the sunny hour; <br>Merry as a singing-bird, <br>In the green wood sweetly heard; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restless as if fluttering wings <br>Bore thee on thy wanderings; <br>Ignorant of all distress, <br>Full of childhood's carelessness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is gentle; she hath known <br>Something of the echoed tone <br>Sorrow leaves, where'er it goes, <br>In this world of many woes. <br>On her brow such shadows are <br>As the faint cloud gives the star, <br>Veiling its most holy light, <br>Tho' it still be pure and bright; <br>And the colour in her cheek <br>To the hue on thine is weak, <br>Save when flush'd with sweet surprise, <br>Sudden welcomes light her eyes; <br>And her softly chisel'd face <br>(But for living, moving grace) <br>Looks like one of those which beam <br>In th' Italian painter's dream,-- <br>Some beloved Madonna, bending <br>O'er the infant she is tending; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holy, bright, and undefiled <br>Mother of the Heaven-born child; <br>Who, tho' painted strangely fair, <br>Seems but made for holy prayer, <br>Pity, tears, and sweet appeal, <br>And fondness such as angels feel; <br>Baffling earthly passion's sigh <br>With serenest majesty! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! may those enshrouded years <br>Whose fair dawn alone appears,-- <br>May that brightly budding life, <br>Knowing yet not sin nor strife,-- <br>Bring its store of hoped-for joy, <br>Mother, to thy laughing boy! <br>And the good thou dost impart <br>Lies deep-treasured in his heart, <br>That, when he at length shall strive <br>In the bad world where we live, <br>THY sweet name may still be blest <br>As one who taught his soul true rest!</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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Coral lip, and shining hair, 
In whose mirthful, clever eyes 
Such a world of gladness lies; 
As thy loose curls idly straying 
O'er thy mother's cheek, while playing, 
Blend her soft lock's shadowy twine 
With the..."></div>
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