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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407982" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON SAINT HELEN'S DAY, 1809.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DEAR Boys!--dismiss'd awhile from school,<br>From sober learning's thorny rule,--<br>The annual race of glory run,<br>The prize bestow'd, the laurels won,--<br>Ye leave the scientific dome,<br>While noisy rapture hails your home:<br>Home--cherish'd spot! whose magic power<br>Can charm with hope the studious hour;<br>And where the heart--however far--<br>Points, like the needle to its star!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, with many a fond oration,<br>Ye ask, to crown this dear vacation,<br>Saturnian time of sport and play,<br>A FÊTE !--to grace SAINT HELEN'S DAY !<br>But will the Saint propitious see<br>A Fête dear Boys! prepar'd for me?<br>I!--who her altar never sought,<br>An heretic! who idly thought<br>She liv'd alone in pagan fame,<br>And half forgot her sainted name!<br>But--since that name, entwin'd with palms,<br>The legend's deathless page embalms,<br>And since historic truth must own<br>Her crested votary fill'd a throne--<br>We'll lay our offerings at her shrine,<br>And call her, as she is, divine!<br>Then haste, dear Boys! and deck the bowers,<br>This chosen day, with festive flowers!<br>The votive bouquet joyful bring;<br>And bid your muse, on lofty wing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The steep Parnassian summits climb,<br>And weave the tributary rhyme.<br>The soothing song which ye rehearse--<br>Though form'd of perishable verse,<br>And, like the bouquet , born to die--<br>Shall fill with tears affection's eye;<br>Shall touch, with eloquence confest,<br>The chords which vibrate in her breast!<br>Then hither bring the early friend,<br>With whom your bounding hearts unbend;<br>Till then, in vain the Fête prepared--<br>What Fête, unless by friendship shar'd?<br>Together, happy band! advance;<br>Together frame the sportive dance;<br>Together tread the mimic stage,<br>The TALMAS of another age;<br>And then, to crown this favor'd night,<br>Unquestion'd symbol of delight,<br>The soaring rocket swift shall rise,<br>And, sweeping, gild the midnight skies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright wheels of fire shall rapid turn;<br>And suns, that soon must set, shall burn;<br>SAINT HELEN , with a smile, shall view<br>Her rites all paid in order due.<br>The Saint, become my patron now,<br>To her and you I breathe my vow:<br>Listen, dear Boys! nor take amiss<br>A lesson, with a parting kiss--<br>Your life has clos'd its baby span,<br>And childhood ripens into man:<br>On youth's gay threshold now ye tread;<br>The path unfolds, with roses spread,<br>That leads the unsuspecting guest<br>Where Pleasure holds her Circean feast;<br>With bosoms yet from evil free,<br>Now promise to the Saint and me,<br>Oft as the years, on circling wing,<br>This fond returning day shall bring,<br>While o'er the world ye lightly roam,<br>Far from the long-lost scene of home,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day in Pleasure's course to pause,<br>This day let Reason plead her cause!<br>When come the years--for come they must--<br>When her ye love is laid in dust;<br>Her who for you has learn'd to prove<br>A mother's care--a mother's love!<br>From you all ill has sought to chase,<br>And fill a mother's vacant place:<br>Still on this day, to duty true,<br>Remember that she liv'd for you!<br>Ah! give her one recording sigh,<br>Nor pass this day with tearless eye!<br>Still may its chosen hours impart<br>The throb of virtue to the heart,<br>And be the talisman whose spell<br>Shall Passion's wild delirium quell;<br>Controul, with some good angel's power,<br>Seduction in her smiling hour.<br>This day, from all her wiles secure,<br>With nobler hopes, with purpose pure,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resolve to feel that best delight<br>Reserv'd for those who live aright:<br>And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;<br>Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q>
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DEAR Boys!--dismiss'd awhile from school,
From sober learning's thorny rule,--
The annual race of glory run,
The prize bestow'd, the laurels won,--
Ye leave the scientific dome,
While noisy rapture hails your home:
Ho..."></div>
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