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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To T.L.H.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A CHILD</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Model of thy parent dear,<br>Serious infant worth a fear:<br>In thy unfaultering visage well<br>Picturing forth the son of Tell,<br>When on his forehead, firm and good,<br>Motionless mark, the apple stood;<br>Guileless traitor, rebel mild,<br>Convict unconscious, culprit-child!<br>Gates that close with iron roar<br>Have been to thee thy nursery door;<br>Chains that chink in cheerless cells<br>Have been thy rattles and thy bells;<br>Walls contrived for giant sin<br>Have hemmed thy faultless weakness in;<br>Near thy sinless bed black Guilt<br>Her discordant house hath built,<br>And filled it with her monstrous brood-<br>Sights, by thee not understood-<br>Sights of fear, and of distress,<br>That pass a harmless infant's guess!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the clouds, that overcast<br>Thy young morning, may not last.<br>Soon shall arrive the rescuing hour,<br>That yields thee up to Nature's power.<br>Nature, that so late doth greet thee,<br>Shall in o'er-flowing measure meet thee.<br>She shall recompense with cost<br>For every lesson thou hast lost.<br>Then wandering up thy sire's lov'd hill,<br>Thou shalt take thy airy fill<br>Of health and pastime. Birds shall sing <br>For thy delight each May morning. <br>'Mid new-yean'd lambkins thou shalt play,<br>Hardly less a lamb than they.<br>Then thy prison's lengthened bound<br>Shall be the horizon skirting round.<br>And, while thou fill'st thy lap with flowers,<br>To make amends for wintery hours,<br>The breeze, the sunshine, and the place,<br>Shall from thy tender brow efface<br>Each vestige of untimely care,<br>That sour restraint had graven there;<br>And on thy every look impress<br>A more excelling childishness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So shall be thy days beguil'd,<br>Thornton Hunt, my favourite child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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Model of thy parent dear,
Serious infant worth a fear:
In thy unfaultering visage well
Picturing forth the son of Tell,
When on his forehead, firm and good,
Motionless mark, the apple stood;
Guileless traitor, rebel mild,
Convict unconsc..."></div>
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