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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Letters From Home!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A stranger lies ill, in a distant city,<br>With no - - letters from home!<br>The glances that meet him, in lieu of pity,<br>Are querring, "Why does he roam?"<br>"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twere better<br>I slept in this gold-dusted loam;<br>Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--<br>A flock of kind letters from home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twer better I<br>I slept in this gold-dusted loam;<br>Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--<br>A flock of kind letters from home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like messenger doves, from across the mountains,<br>Cream tinted and golden and white?<br>Like the clouds that have sipp'd at the Eastern fountains<br>For thirsty land to take flight;<br>So come the dear missives--but ah! the stranger<br>Receives none to lighten his gloom;<br>In this time of sickness, this hour of danger,<br>Not ever one letter from home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He moans in his slumber "Why did I ever<br>So far - - westwardly roam;<br>Oh, must I lie down must I sleep forever<br>With no loving letters from home?<br>My bones you may bury where winds are lifting<br>Pacific's broad billows in foam;<br>Or there on Lone Mountain, where sands are drifting,<br>But first, bring a letter from home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"From the 'Golden' up to the portals pearly,"<br>He murmurs, "Oh can it be far?<br>On the sunset domain, in the morn how early<br>Will glimmer the Orient Star?<br>What light is the melting my shade like fetters?<br>What birds are those circling the dome?<br>Those messenger doves are my long sought letters<br>My flock of kind letters from home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"They heed my request," says he, "best of debtors,<br>Their favors are whitening the dome!<br>Sweet messenger doves are my long sought letters,<br>My flock of kind letters from home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408101" data-title="No Letters From Home! de Henry Clay Work" data-description="A stranger lies ill, in a distant city, With no - - letters from home! The glances that meet him, in lieu of pity, Are querring, "Why does he roam?" "Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twere better I slept in this gold-..."></div> </div> </div>
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