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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines To A Friend,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill,<br>As standing by my window I gaze there long and still.<br>I see a roof and a chimney, and some tall elms standing near,<br>While the winds that sway their branches bring voices to my ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell of a darkened hearth-stone, that once shone bright and gay,<br>And of old familiar faces that have sadly passed away;<br>How a stranger on the threshold with careless aspect stands,<br>And gazes on the acres that have passed into his hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shudder, as these voices, so fraught with mournful woe,<br>Steal on my spirit's hearing, in cadence sad and low,<br>And think I will not hear them--but, ah! who can control<br>The gloomy thoughts that enter and brood upon the soul?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, turning from my window, while darkness deepens round,<br>And the wailing winds sweep onward with yet more piteous sound,<br>I feel within my bosom far wilder whirlwinds start,<br>And sweep the cloudy heaven that bends above my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no power to quell them; so let them rage and roar,<br>The sooner will their raging and fury all be o'er;<br>I've seen Atlantic's billows 'neath tempests fiercely swell,<br>But O, the calm succeeding, I have no words to tell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of you, and wonder if you are happy now;<br>Floats there no shade of sorrow at times across your brow?<br>When daily tasks are ended, and thought is free to roam,<br>Doth it not bear you swiftly back to that dear old home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, with wizard fingers, doth Memory open fast<br>A thrilling panorama of all the changeful past!<br>Where blending light and shadow skip airy o'er the scene,<br>Painting in vivid contrast what is and what has been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And say, does not your mother remember yet with tears<br>The spot where calm and peaceful have lapsed so many years?<br>O, would some kindly spirit might give us all to know<br>How much a tender parent will for a child forego!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We prized your worth while with us; but now you're gone from sight,<br>We feel 'how blessings brighten while they are taking flight.'<br>O, don't forget the homestead upon the pleasant hill;<br>Nor yet the love-lit home you have in all our memories still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, often come to visit the haunts your childhood knew!<br>We pledge you earnest welcome, unbought, unfeigned and true.<br>And when before your vision new hopes and pleasure rise,<br>Turn sometimes with a sunny thought toward your native skies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill,
As standing by my window I gaze there long and still.
I see a roof and a chimney, and some tall elms standing near,
While the winds that sway their branches..."></div>
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