<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good-By To The Cradle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, <br>The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: <br>No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean, <br>Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide; <br>No more by the rhythm of slow-moving rocker <br>Their sweet, dreamy fancies are fostered and fed; <br>No more to low singing the cradle goes swinging-- <br>The child of this era is put into bed! <br>Good-by to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,-- <br>It lent to the twilight a mystical charm: <br>When bees left the clover, when playtime was over, <br>How safe seemed this shelter from danger and harm; <br>How soft seemed the pillow, how distant the ceiling, <br>How weird were the voices that whispered around; <br>What dreams would come flocking as, rocking and rocking, <br>We floated away into slumber profound. <br>Good-by to the cradle, the old wooden cradle, <br>The babe of the day does not know it by sight; <br>When day leaves the border, with system and order <br>The child goes to bed, and we put out the light. <br>I bow to Progression; and ask no concession, <br>Though strewn be her pathway with wrecks of the Past. <br>So off with old lumber, that sweet ark of slumber, <br>The dear wooden cradle, is ruthlessly cast.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384403" data-title="Good-By To The Cradle de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean, Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide; No more by the rhythm of slow-moving rocker Their sweet,..."></div> </div> </div>

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