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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Eldest Brother, With The British Army In Portugal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOW many a day, in various hues array'd,<br>Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade;<br>How many an hour, on silent wing is past,<br>O my lov'd brother! since we saw thee last!<br>Since then has childhood ripen'd into youth, <br>And Fancy's dreams have fled from sober truth;<br>Her splendid fabricks melting into air,<br>As sage Experience wav'd the wand of care!<br>Yet still thine absence wakes the tender sigh, <br>And the tear trembles in Affection's eye!<br>When shall me meet again? with glowing ray<br>Heart-soothing Hope illumes some future day;<br>Checks the sad thought, beguiles the starting tear,<br>And sings benignly still—that day is near! <br>She, with bright eye, and soul-bewitching voice,<br>Wins us to smile, inspires us to rejoice;<br>Tells, that the hour approaches, to restore<br>Our cherish'd wanderer to his home once more;<br>Where sacred ties his manly worth endear,<br>To faith still true, affection still sincere!<br>Then the past woes, the future's dubious lot, <br>In that blest meeting shall be all forgot! <br>And Joy's full radiance gild that sun-bright hour,<br>Tho' all around th' impending storm should low'r!<br>Now distant far, amidst th' intrepid host,<br>Albion's firm sons, on Lusitania's coast;<br>(That gallant band, in countless danger try'd,<br>Where Glory's pole-star beams their constant guide<br>Say, do thy thoughts, my brother! fondly stray <br>To Cambria's vales and mountains far away?<br>Does fancy oft in busy day-dreams roam,<br>And paint the greeting that awaits at home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does memory's pencil oft, in mellowing hue,<br>Dear social scenes, departed joys renew;<br>In softer tints delighting to retrace,<br>Each tender image and each well-known face?<br>Yes! wanderer, yes! thy spirit flies to those,<br>Whose love unalter'd, warm and faithful glows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! could that love, thro' life's eventful hours,<br>Illume thy scenes and strew thy path with flow'rs!<br>Perennial joy should harmonize thy breast,<br>No struggle rend thee, and no cares molest!<br>But tho' our tenderness can but bestow,<br>The wish, the hope, the prayer, averting woe;<br>Still shall it live, with pure, unclouded flame,<br>In storms, in sun-shine, far and near—the same!<br>Still dwell enthron'd within th' unvarying heart,<br>And firm, and vital—but with life depart!</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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Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade;
How many an hour, on silent wing is past,
O my lov'd brother! since we saw thee last!
Since then has childhood ripen'd into youth, 
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