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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Araluen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep <br>Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep. <br>Put the blossom close to baby -- kneel with me, my love, and pray; <br>We must leave the bird we've buried -- say good-bye to her to-day; <br>In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other lands, <br>And the flowers we have fostered will be left to other hands. <br>Other eyes will watch them growing -- other feet will softly tread <br>Where two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many tears are shed. <br>Bitter is the world we live in: life and love are mixed with pain; <br>We will never see these daisies -- never water them again. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;. . . . . <br>Here the blue-eyed Spring will linger, here the shining month will stay, <br>Like a friend, by Araluen, when we two are far away; <br>But, beyond the wild, wide waters, we will tread another shore -- <br>We will never watch this blossom, never see it any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Girl, whose hand at God's high altar in the dear, dead year I pressed, <br>Lean your stricken head upon me -- this is still your lover's breast! <br>She who sleeps was first and sweetest -- none we have to take her place! <br>Empty is the little cradle -- absent is the little face. <br>Other children may be given; but this rose beyond recall, <br>But this garland of your girlhood, will be dearest of them all. <br>None will ever, Araluen, nestle where you used to be, <br>In my heart of hearts, you darling, when the world was new to me; <br>We were young when you were with us, life and love were happy things <br>To your father and your mother ere the angels gave you wings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You that sit and sob beside me -- you, upon whose golden head <br>Many rains of many sorrows have from day to day been shed; <br>Who, because your love was noble, faced with me the lot austere <br>Ever pressing with its hardship on the man of letters here -- <br>Let me feel that you are near me, lay your hand within mine own; <br>You are all I have to live for, now that we are left alone. <br>Three there were, but one has vanished. Sins of mine have made you weep; <br>But forgive your baby's father now that baby is asleep. <br>Let us go, for night is falling, leave the darling with her flowers; <br>Other hands will come and tend them -- other friends in other hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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