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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Adopted Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child?<br>Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild,<br>A straw-roof'd cabin, with lowly wall“<br>Mine is a fair and a pillar'd hall,<br>Where many an image of marble gleams,<br>And the sunshine of picture for ever streams.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play,<br>Thro' the long bright hours of the summer-day;<br>They find the red cup-moss where they climb,<br>And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme,<br>And the rocks where the heath-flower blooms they know“<br>Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Content thee, boy! in my bower to dwell,<br>Here are sweet sounds which thou lovest well;<br>Flutes on the air in the stilly noon,<br>Harps which the wandering breezes tune;<br>And the silvery wood-note of many a bird,<br>Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountains heard.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! my mother sings, at the twilight's fall,<br>A song of the hills far more sweet than all;<br>She sings it under our own green tree,<br>To the babe half slumb'ring on her knee;<br>I dreamt last night of that music low“<br>Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy mother is gone from her cares to rest,<br>She hath taken the babe on her quiet breast;<br>Thou would'st meet her footstep, my boy, no more,<br>Nor hear her song at the cabin door.<br>Come thou with me to the vineyards nigh,<br>And we'll pluck the grapes of the richest dye.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is my mother gone from her home away?“<br>But I know that my brothers are there at play.<br>I know they are gathering the foxglove's bell,<br>Or the long fern-leaves by the sparkling well;<br>Or they launch their boats where the bright streams flow,“<br>Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fair child, thy brothers are wanderers now,<br>They sport no more on the mountain's brow,<br>They have left the fern by the spring's green side,<br>And the streams where the fairy barks were tried.<br>Be thou at peace in thy brighter lot,<br>For thy cabin-home is a lonely spot.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are they gone, all gone from the sunny hill?“<br>But the bird and the blue-fly rove o'er it still;<br>And the red-deer bound in their gladness free,<br>And the heath is bent by the singing bee,<br>And the waters leap, and the fresh winds blow,“<br>Lady, kind lady! oh! let me go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild,
A straw-roof'd cabin, with lowly wall“
Mine is a fair and a pillar'd hall,
Where many an image of marble gleams,
And the sunshine of picture for ever strea..."></div>
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