<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was fifty years ago<br>In the pleasant month of May,<br>In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,<br>A child in its cradle lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Nature, the old nurse, took<br>The child upon her knee,<br>Saying: 'Here is a story-book<br>Thy Father has written for thee.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come, wander with me,' she said,<br>'Into regions yet untrod;<br>And read what is still unread<br>In the manuscripts of God.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he wandered away and away<br>With Nature, the dear old nurse,<br>Who sang to him night and day<br>The rhymes of the universe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whenever the way seemed long,<br>Or his heart began to fail,<br>She would sing a more wonderful song,<br>Or tell a more marvellous tale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she keeps him still a child,<br>And will not let him go,<br>Though at times his heart beats wild<br>For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though at times he hears in his dreams<br>The Ranz des Vaches of old,<br>And the rush of mountain streams<br>From glaciers clear and cold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the mother at home says, 'Hark!<br>For his voice I listen and yearn;<br>It is growing late and dark,<br>And my boy does not return!'</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> <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=409707" data-title="The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: 'Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee.' 'Come, wand..."></div> </div> </div>

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