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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Holiday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife<br>The house is like a garden, <br> The children are the flowers, <br>The gardener should come methinks<br> And walk among his bowers, <br>Oh! lock the door on worry<br> And shut your cares away, <br>Not time of year, but love and cheer, <br> Will make a holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	The Husband<br>Impossible! You women do not know<br>The toil it takes to make a business grow.<br>I cannot join you until very late, <br>So hurry home, nor let the dinner wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	The Wife<br>The feast will be like Hamlet<br> Without a Hamlet part: <br>The home is but a house, dear, <br> Till you supply the heart.<br>The Xmas gift I long for<br> You need not toil to buy; <br>Oh! give me back one thing I lack –<br> The love-light in your eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	The Husband<br>Of course I love you, and the children too.<br>Be sensible, my dear, it is for you<br>I work so hard to make my business pay.<br>There, now, run home, enjoy your holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	The Wife (turning) <br>He does not mean to wound me, <br> I know his heart is kind.<br>Alas! that man can love us<br> And be so blind, so blind.<br>A little time for pleasure, <br> A little time for play; <br>A word to prove the life of love<br> And frighten care away! <br>Tho’ poor my lot in some small cot<br> That were a holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	The Husband (musing) <br>She has not meant to wound me, nor to vex –<br>Zounds! but ‘tis difficult to please the sex.<br>I’ve housed and gowned her like a very queen<br>Yet there she goes, with discontented mien.<br>I gave her diamonds only yesterday: <br>Some women are like that, do what you may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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The house is like a garden, 
 The children are the flowers, 
The gardener should come methinks
 And walk among his bowers, 
Oh! lock the door on worry
 And shut your cares away, 
Not time of year, but love and cheer, 
 Will make a holiday..."></div>
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