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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Younger Brother, On His Return From Spain, After The Fatal Retreat Under Sir John Moore, And The Battle Of Corunna.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours,<br>Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way;<br>Yet still shall affection adorn it with flow'rs,<br>Whose fragrance shall never decay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, lo! to embrace thee, my brother! she flies,<br>With artless delight, that no words can bespeak;<br>With a sun-beam of transport illuming her eyes,<br>With a smile and a glow on her cheek!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the trophies of war, from the spear and the shield,<br>From scenes of destruction, from perils unblest;<br>Oh! welcome again to the grove and the field,<br>To the vale of retirement and rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then warble, sweet muse! with the lyre and the voice,<br>Oh! gay be the measure and sportive the strain;<br>For light is my heart, and my spirits rejoice,<br>To meet thee, my brother! again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the heroes of Albion, still valiant and true,<br>Were bleeding, were falling, with victory crown'd;<br>How often would fancy present to my view,<br>The horrors that waited thee round!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How constant, how fervent, how pure was my pray'r,<br>That Heav'n would protect thee from danger and harm;<br>That angels of mercy would shield thee with care,<br>In the heat of the combat's alarm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sad and how often descended the tear,<br>(Ah! long shall remembrance the image retain!)<br>How mournful the sigh, when I trembled with fear,<br>I might never behold thee again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the pray'r was accepted, the sorrow is o'er,<br>And the tear-drop is fled, like the dew on the rose;<br>Thy dangers, our tears, have endear'd thee the more,<br>And my bosom with tenderness glows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! when the dreams, the enchantments of youth,<br>Bright and transient, have fled, like the rainbow, away;<br>My affection for thee, still unfading in truth,<br>Shall never, oh! never, decay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No time can impair it, no change can destroy,<br>Whate'er be the lot I am destin'd to share;<br>It will smile in the sun-shine of hope and of joy,<br>And beam thro' the cloud of despair!</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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Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way;
Yet still shall affection adorn it with flow'rs,
Whose fragrance shall never decay!

And, lo! to embrace thee, my brother! she flies,
With artless delig..."></div>
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