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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Childhood. (From The Danish)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a time when I was very small,<br>When my whole frame was but an ell in height;<br>Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,<br>And therefore I recall it with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sported in my tender mother's arms,<br>And rode a-horseback on best father's knee;<br>Alike were sorrows, passions and alarms,<br>And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then seemed to me this world far less in size,<br>Likewise it seemed to me less wicked far;<br>Like points in heaven, I saw the stars arise,<br>And longed for wings that I might catch a star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the moon behind the island fade,<br>And thought, 'Oh, were I on that island there,<br>I could find out of what the moon is made,<br>Find out how large it is, how round, how fair!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wondering, I saw God's sun, through western skies,<br>Sink in the ocean's golden lap at night,<br>And yet upon the morrow early rise,<br>And paint the eastern heaven with crimson light;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thought of God, the gracious Heavenly Father,<br>Who made me, and that lovely sun on high,<br>And all those pearls of heaven thick-strung together,<br>Dropped, clustering, from his hand o'er all the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With childish reverence, my young lips did say<br>The prayer my pious mother taught to me:<br>'O gentle God! oh, let me strive alway<br>Still to be wise, and good, and follow Thee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So prayed I for my father and my mother,<br>And for my sister, and for all the town;<br>The king I knew not, and the beggar-brother,<br>Who, bent with age, went, sighing, up and down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They perished, the blithe days of boyhood perished,<br>And all the gladness, all the peace I knew!<br>Now have I but their memory, fondly cherished;--<br>God! may I never lose that too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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