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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mother's Wail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,<br>It flushes and glows on moor and lea;<br>The birds are singing in careless mirth,<br>The brook flows cheerily on to the sea;<br>And I know that the flowers are blooming now<br>Over my beautiful darling's brow:<br>Blooming and blowing in perfume now<br>Over my poor lost darling's brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The breath of the passionate Summer turns<br>The green of the hills to a deeper dye;<br>The wind from the south land blows and burns,<br>The sun grows red in the brazen sky;<br>And I know that the long, dank grasses wave<br>Over my beautiful darling's grave:<br>Rise and fall, and lift and wave<br>Over my darling's narrow grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The days flow on, and the summer dies,<br>And glorious Autumn takes the crown;<br>And toward the south the robin flies,<br>And the green of the hills grows dull and brown;<br>And the leaves, all purple, and gold, and red,<br>Drift over my precious darling's bed:<br>Drift and flutter, all gold and red,<br>Over my darling's lowly bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Winter comes with its chilling snows,<br>And wraps the world in a spotless shroud;<br>And cold from the north the wild wind blows,<br>And the tempest rages fierce and loud;<br>It shrieks, and sobs, and sighs, and weeps<br>Over the mound where my darling sleeps:<br>In pity, it sobs, and sighs, and weeps<br>Over the mound where my lost one sleeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He was so young, and fair, and brave:<br>The pride of my bosom-my heart's best joy;<br>And he lieth now in a drunkard's grave;<br>My beautiful darling, my only boy:<br>But down in my heart of hearts, I know<br>He has gone where his tempters never can go:<br>To heaven his soul has gone, I know,<br>Where the soul of his tempters never can go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They charmed him into their licensed hell,<br>They gave him rum, and his eye grew wild;<br>And lower and lower down he fell,<br>Till they made a fiend of my precious child:<br>May the curses of God fall on the soul<br>Who gave my darling the poison bowl!<br>Ay, curses dark and deep on the soul<br>Who tempted my darling to lift the bowl!</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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It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are singing in careless mirth,
The brook flows cheerily on to the sea;
And I know that the flowers are blooming now
Over my beautiful darling's brow:
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