<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Wooden Cradle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye 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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, <br> It lent to the twilight a strange, subtle charm; <br>When bees left the clover, when play-time was over, <br> How safe seemed this shelter from danger or harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye to the cradle, the old wooden cradle, <br> The babe of to-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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bow to Progression and ask no concession, <br> Though strewn be her pathway with wrecks of the past; <br>So off wit old lumber, that sweet ark of slumber, <br> The old 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=384661" data-title="The Old Wooden Cradle de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Good-bye 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 s..."></div> </div> </div>

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