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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cousin Robert</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O COUSIN Robert, far away <br>Among the lands of gold, <br>How many years since we two met?-- <br>You would not like it told. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cousin Robert, buried deep <br>Amid your bags of gold-- <br>I thought I saw you yesternight <br>Just as you were of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You own whole leagues--I half a rood <br>Behind my cottage door; <br>You have your lacs of gold rupees, <br>And I my children four; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your tall barques dot the dangerous seas, <br>My 'ship's come home'--to rest <br>Safe anchored from the storms of life <br>Upon one faithful breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it would cause no start or sigh, <br>Nor thought of doubt or blame, <br>If I should teach our little son <br>His cousin Robert's name.-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That name, however wide it rings, <br>I oft think, when alone, <br>I rather would have seen it graved <br>Upon a churchyard stone-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the white sunshining stone <br>Where cousin Alick lies: <br>Ah, sometimes, woe to him that lives! <br>Happy is he that dies! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Robert, Robert, many a tear-- <br>Though not the tears of old-- <br>Drops, thinking of your face last night <br>Your hand's remembered fold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A young man's face, so like, so like <br>Our mothers' faces fair: <br>A young man's hand, so firm to clasp, <br>So resolute to dare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought you good--I wished you great; <br>You were my hope, my pride: <br>To know you good, to make you great <br>I once had happy died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To tear the plague-spot from your heart, <br>Place honor on your brow, <br>See old age come in crownèd peace-- <br>I almost would die now! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would give--all that's now mine to give-- <br>To have you sitting there, <br>The cousin Robert of my youth-- <br>Though beggar'd, with gray hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Robert, Robert, some that live <br>Are dead, long ere they are old; <br>Better the pure heart of our youth <br>Than palaces of gold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better the blind faith of our youth <br>Than doubt, which all truth braves; <br>Better to mourn, God's children dear, <br>Than laugh, the Devil's slaves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Robert, Robert, life is sweet, <br>And love is boundless gain: <br>Yet if I mind of you, my heart <br>Is stabbed with sudden pain: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as in peace this Christmas eve <br>I close our quiet doors, <br>And kiss 'good-night' on sleeping heads-- <br>Such bonnie curls,--like yours: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fall upon my bended knees <br>With sobs that choke each word;-- <br>'On those who err and are deceived <br>Have mercy, O good Lord!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Among the lands of gold, 
How many years since we two met?-- 
You would not like it told. 

O cousin Robert, buried deep 
Amid your bags of gold-- 
I thought I saw you yesternight 
Just as you were of old. 

You own whol..."></div>
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