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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on the Death of a Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair was thy blossom, tender flower,<br>That open'd like the rose in May,<br>Though nursed beneath the chilly shower<br>Of fell regret, for love's decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How oft thy mother heaved the sigh<br>O'er wreaths of honour early shorn,<br>Before thy sweet and guiltless eye<br>Had open'd on the dawn of morn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How oft, above thy lowly bed,<br>When all in silence slumber'd low,<br>The fond and filial tear was shed,<br>Thou child of love, of shame, and woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her wrong'd but gentle bosom burn'd<br>With joy thy opening bloom to see;<br>The only breast that o'er thee yearn'd;<br>The only heart that cared for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft her young eye, with tear-drops bright,<br>Pleaded with Heaven for her sweet child,<br>When faded dreams of past delight<br>O'er recollection wander'd wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair was thy blossom, bonnie flower,<br>Fair as the softest wreaths of spring,<br>When late I saw thee seek the bower<br>In peace thy morning hymn to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy little foot across the lawn<br>Scarce from the primrose press'd the dew;<br>I thought the spirit of the dawn<br>Before me to the greenwood flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en then the shaft was on the wing,<br>Thy spotless soul from earth to sever,<br>A tear of pity wet the string<br>That twang'd, and seal'd thy doom for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw thee late, the emblem fair<br>Of beauty, innocence, and truth,<br>Start tiptoe on the verge of air, <br>'Twixt childhood and unstable youth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now I see thee stretch'd at rest:<br>To break that rest shall wake no morrow - <br>Pale as the grave-flower on thy breast!<br>Poor child of love, of shame, and sorrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May thy long sleep be sound and sweet;<br>Thy visions fraught with bliss to be;<br>And long the daisy, emblem meet,<br>Shall shed its earliest tear o'er thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Hogg">James Hogg</a><div class=q>
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That open'd like the rose in May,
Though nursed beneath the chilly shower
Of fell regret, for love's decay.

How oft thy mother heaved the sigh
O'er wreaths of honour early shorn,
Before thy sweet and guiltless..."></div>
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