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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Meeting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;<br>A song I sang, full many a year ago,<br>Smiled up at me, as in a busy street<br>One meets an old-time friend he used to know.<br>So full it was, that simple little song,<br>Of all the hope, the transport, and the truth,<br>Which to the impetuous morn of life belong,<br>That once again I seemed to grasp my youth.<br>So full it was of that sweet, fancied pain<br>We woo and cherish ere we meet with woe,<br>I felt as one who hears a plaintive strain<br>His mother sang him in the long ago.<br>Up from the grave the years that lay between<br>That song's birthday and my stern present came<br>Like phantom forms and swept across the scene,<br>Bearing their broken dreams of love and fame.<br>Fair hopes and bright ambitions that I knew<br>In that old time, with their ideal grace,<br>Shone for a moment, then were lost to view<br>Behind the dull clouds of the commonplace.<br>With trembling hands I put the sheet away;<br>Ah, little song! the sad and bitter truth<br>Struck like an arrow when we met that day!<br>My life has missed the promise of its youth.</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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A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
One meets an old-time friend he used to know.
So full it was, that simple little song,
Of all the hope, the transport, and the tru..."></div>
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