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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mater Amabilis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the goldenest of streams,<br>Tide of dreams,<br>The fair cradled man-child drifts;<br>Sways with cadenced motion slow,<br>To and fro,<br>As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He, the firstling,-he, the light<br>Of her sight,-<br>He, the breathing pledge of love,<br>'Neath the holy passion lies,<br>Of her eyes,-<br>Smiles to feel the warm, life-giving ray above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She believes that in his vision,<br>Skies elysian<br>O'er an angel-people shine.<br>Back to gardens of delight,<br>Taking flight,<br>His auroral spirit basks in dreams divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she smiles through anxious tears;<br>Unborn years<br>Pressing forward, she perceives.<br>Shadowy muffled shapes, they come<br>Deaf and dumb,<br>Bringing what? dry chaff and tares, or full-eared sheaves?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What for him shall she invoke?<br>Shall the oak<br>Bind the man's triumphant brow?<br>Shall his daring foot alight<br>On the height?<br>Shall he dwell amidst the humble and the low?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through what tears and sweat and pain,<br>Must he gain<br>Fruitage from the tree of life?<br>Shall it yield him bitter flavor?<br>Shall its savor<br>Be as manna midst the turmoil and the strife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his cradle slept and smiled<br>Thus the child<br>Who as Prince of Peace was hailed.<br>Thus anigh the mother breast,<br>Lulled to rest,<br>Child-Napoleon down the lilied river sailed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crowned or crucified-the same<br>Glows the flame<br>Of her deathless love divine.<br>Still the blessed mother stands,<br>In all lands,<br>As she watched beside thy cradle and by mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatso gifts the years bestow,<br>Still men know,<br>While she breathes, lives one who sees<br>(Stand they pure or sin-defiled)<br>But the child<br>Whom she crooned to sleep and rocked upon her knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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Tide of dreams,
The fair cradled man-child drifts;
Sways with cadenced motion slow,
To and fro,
As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts.

He, the firstling,-he, the light
Of her sight,-
He, the breathing p..."></div>
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