<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of Long Ago</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song of Long Ago:<br>Sing it lightly--sing it low--<br>Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know<br>When our baby-laughter spilled<br>From the glad hearts ever filled<br>With music blithe as robin ever trilled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the fragrant summer-breeze,<br>And the leaves of locust-trees,<br>And the apple-buds and blossoms, and the wings of honey-bees,<br>All palpitate with glee,<br>Till the happy harmony<br>Brings back each childish joy to you and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the eyes of fancy turn<br>Where the tumbled pippins burn<br>Like embers in the orchard's lap of tangled grass and fern,--<br>There let the old path wind<br>In and out and on behind<br>The cider-press that chuckles as we grind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blend in the song the moan<br>Of the dove that grieves alone,<br>And the wild whir of the locust, and the bumble's drowsy drone;<br>And the low of cows that call<br>Through the pasture-bars when all<br>The landscape fades away at evenfall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, far away and clear,<br>Through the dusky atmosphere,<br>Let the wailing of the kildee be the only sound we hear:<br>O sad and sweet and low<br>As the memory may know<br>Is the glad-pathetic song of Long Ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416530" data-title="A Song Of Long Ago de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="A song of Long Ago: Sing it lightly--sing it low-- Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know When our baby-laughter spilled From the glad hearts ever filled With music blithe as robin ever trilled! Let the fragrant summer-breez..."></div> </div> </div>

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