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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Penitence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PENITENCE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh! Mummy, Mummy, see, &quot;<br>Came rushing my little girl of three; <br>Into my fold she snuggled tight, <br>Fully exhausted by the horrible fright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her scream of terrible scare, <br>The maternal heart could hardly bear; <br>Twitching to keep her fear at bay, <br>Kissed I, her rolling tears away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Why my dear, did you scream? <br>Were you really in your dream? &quot;<br>Enquired I stroking her fringe of hair, <br>And to pry, left my easy-chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ah! mum, there—there, see—<br>Ghost, a ghost—under the tree! &quot;<br>Mumbled out the innocent child, <br>And let go again a shrill cry—so wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the tall tree trunk, <br>I saw a face that soon shrunk.<br>It belonged to a boy of about six, <br>Who kept my daughter in a fix.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Masked with a mock-face, contorted, <br>He made faces at the child, and sported—<br>My nerves at it got stiff and taut; <br>Must sure, teach him a lesson-I thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What sort of parents are these, <br>Who've brought up their son, to tease? <br>Him, they should, certainly reprimand, <br>Else, God only knows, where he'd land.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saying so, in haste, after him ran I, <br>And bumped on his parents, who did sigh; <br>&quot;Please, may we know the matter? &quot; they queried, <br>And I related the incident, too worried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I exhorted, &quot;A child's mind is like clay, <br>It could be moulded in any way, <br>This experience of her terrible scare, <br>Will, sure, hamper her mental flare.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sorry, Madam, sorry, &quot; the father apologized, <br>&quot;I'll not let him out, in future, so disguised.&quot;<br>For buying the mock face, his wife he chid, <br>And to tear it to pieces, his son he bid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days rolled on, I forgot the cub, <br>Until a day, I saw his aphonic rub<br>Silently with a boy of his age—<br>He was like an angry lion, in his cage! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It dawned on me, Ah! he was dumb! .<br>Oh! dear! tears rolled down my eyes—I was numb! <br>My sympathies towards him gushing flowed—<br>Dwarfed and with penitence, knelt I and bowed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chandra+Thiagarajan">Chandra Thiagarajan</a><div class=q>
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&quot;Oh! Mummy, Mummy, see, &quot;
Came rushing my little girl of three; 
Into my fold she snuggled tight, 
Fully exhausted by the horrible fright.

Her scream of terrible scare, 
The maternal heart could hardly bear; 
Twitching to kee..."></div>
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