<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What I Have Seen #1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a mother give wine to her boy-<br>The rain-drops fall and fall:<br>The pride of his parents, a household joy,<br>A mother's blessing, her all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the cheek of the youth grow red-<br>The rain falls over the lea:<br>The light of his eye shone like jewels, they said:<br>It spoke of ruin to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the youth drink again and again-<br>The rain falls heavy and fast:<br>I saw the mother's brow furrowed with pain,<br>She was reaping her harvest at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the youth go staggering by-<br>The rain-drops beat and beat:<br>Dulled was the light of his beautiful eye;<br>I saw him fall in the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the rabble cry, 'Shame! oh! shame!'<br>The rain-drops sob and sob:<br>I heard the drunkard's once-honored name<br>Shouted aloud by the mob.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the youth carried home to his door-<br>The rain-drops sob and sigh:<br>Saw the friends shun him, who sought him before,<br>Saw him sink lower, and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the stone that bore only his name-<br>The rain-drops mutter and rave:<br>I saw the mother with sorrow and shame<br>Bowed to the brink of the grave.</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=384763" data-title="What I Have Seen #1 de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="I saw a mother give wine to her boy- The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a household joy, A mother's blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow red- The rain falls over the lea: The light of his eye shone like jewels..."></div> </div> </div>

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