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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good-Bye--God Bless You!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like the Anglo-Saxon speech<br> With its direct revealings;<br>It takes a hold, and seems to reach<br> 'Way down into your feelings;<br>That some folk deem it rude, I know,<br> And therefore they abuse it;<br>But I have never found it so,--<br> Before all else I choose it.<br>I don't object that men should air<br> The Gallic they have paid for,<br>With &quot;Au revoir,&quot; &quot;Adieu, ma chère,&quot;<br> For that's what French was made for.<br>But when a crony takes your hand<br> At parting, to address you,<br>He drops all foreign lingo and<br> He says, &quot;Good-by--God bless you!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This seems to me a sacred phrase,<br> With reverence impassioned,--<br>A thing come down from righteous days,<br> Quaintly but nobly fashioned;<br>It well becomes an honest face,<br> A voice that's round and cheerful;<br>It stays the sturdy in his place,<br> And soothes the weak and fearful.<br>Into the porches of the ears<br> It steals with subtle unction,<br>And in your heart of hearts appears<br> To work its gracious function;<br>And all day long with pleasing song<br> It lingers to caress you,--<br>I'm sure no human heart goes wrong<br> That's told &quot;Good-by--God bless you!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love the words,--perhaps because,<br> When I was leaving Mother,<br>Standing at last in solemn pause<br> We looked at one another,<br>And I--I saw in Mother's eyes<br> The love she could not tell me,--<br>A love eternal as the skies,<br> Whatever fate befell me;<br>She put her arms about my neck<br> And soothed the pain of leaving,<br>And though her heart was like to break,<br> She spoke no word of grieving;<br>She let no tear bedim her eye,<br> For fear that might distress me,<br>But, kissing me, she said good-by,<br> And asked our God to bless me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 With its direct revealings;
It takes a hold, and seems to reach
 'Way down into your feelings;
That some folk deem it rude, I know,
 And therefore they abuse it;
But I have never found it so,--
 Before all else I cho..."></div>
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