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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Baby's Birthday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">G.T.A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEFORE your life that is to come, <br>Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly <br>Seek to discern what gift may fit <br>The slow unfolding years of it; <br>And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb, <br>And still Love sees no future plainly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We cannot guess what flowers will spring <br>Best in your garden, bloom most brightly; <br>But some fair flowers in any plot <br>Will spring and grow, and wither not; <br>And such wish-flowers we gladly bring, <br>And in that small hand lay them lightly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Baby, we wish that those dear eyes <br>May see fulfilment of our dreaming, <br>Those little feet may turn from wrong, <br>Those hands to hold the right be strong, <br>That heart be pure, that mind be wise <br>To know the true from the true-seeming. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We wish that all your life may be <br>A life of selfless brave endeavour-- <br>That for reward the fates allow <br>Such love as lines your soft nest now <br>To warm the years for you, when we, <br>Who wish you this, are cold for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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BEFORE your life that is to come, 
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly 
Seek to discern what gift may fit 
The slow unfolding years of it; 
And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb, 
And still Love sees no future plainly. 


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