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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell To The Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN the early summer morning<br>I stand and watch them come,<br>The Children to the School-house;<br>They chatter and laugh and hum.<br>The little boys with satchels<br>Slung round them, and the Girls<br>Each with hers swinging in her hand;<br>I love their sunny curls.<br>I love to see them playing,<br>Romping and shouting with glee,<br>The boys and girls together,<br>Simple, fearless, free.<br>I love to see them marching<br>In squads, in file, in line,<br>Advancing and retreating,<br>Tramping, keeping time.<br>Sometimes a little lad<br>With a bright brave face I'll see,<br>And a wistful yearning wonder<br>Comes stealing over me.<br>For once I too had a Darling;<br>I dreamed what he should do,<br>And surely he'd have had, I thought,<br>Just such a face as You.<br>And I, I dreamed to see him<br>Noble and brave and strong,<br>Loving the light, the lovely,<br>Hating the dark, the wrong,<br>Loving the poor, the People,<br>Ready to smile and give<br>Blood and brain to their service,<br>For them to die or live!<br>No matter, O little Darlings!<br>Little Boys, you shall be<br>My Citizens for faithful labour,<br>My Soldiers for victory!<br>Little Girls, I charge you<br>Be noble sweethearts, wives,<br>Mothers — comrades the sweetest,<br>Fountains of happy lives!<br>Farewell, O little Darlings!<br>Far away — with strangers, too —<br>He sleeps, the little Darling,<br>I dreamed to see like you.<br>And I, O little Darlings,<br>I have many miles to go,<br>And where I too may stop and sleep,<br>And when, I do not know.<br>But I charge you to remember<br>The love, the trust I had,<br>That you'd be noble, fearless, free,<br>And make your country glad.<br>That you should toil together,<br>Face whatever yet shall be,<br>My citizens for faithful labour,<br>My soldiers for victory.<br>I charge you to remember;<br>I bless you with my hand,<br>And I know the hour is coming<br>When you shall understand:<br>When you shall understand too,<br>Why, as I said farewell,<br>Although my lips were smiling,<br>The shining tears down fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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I stand and watch them come,
The Children to the School-house;
They chatter and laugh and hum.
The little boys with satchels
Slung round them, and the Girls
Each with hers swinging in her hand;
I love their sunny curls...."></div>
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