<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dream-March</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!--<br>Last night, and night before, and night before that,<br>Seemed like I saw the march o' regiments o' children,<br>Marching to the robin's fife and cricket's rat-ta-tat!<br>Lily-banners overhead, with the dew upon 'em,<br>On flashed the little army, as with sword and flame;<br>Like the buzz o' bumble-wings, with the honey on 'em,<br>Came an eerie, cheery chant, chiming as it came:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!<br>_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?<br>_Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;<br>_Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Smooth roads or rough roads, warm or winter weather,<br>On go the children, tow-head and brown,<br>Brave boys and brave girls, rank and file together,<br>Marching out of Morning-Land, over dale and down:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some go a-gypsying out in country places--<br>Out through the orchards, with blossoms on the boughs<br>Wild, sweet, and pink and white as their own glad faces;<br>And some go, at evening, calling home the cows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!<br>_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?<br>_Some go to foreign wars, and camps by the firelight_--<br>_Some go to glory so; and some go to bed_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some go through grassy lanes leading to the city--<br>Thinner grow the green trees and thicker grows the dust;<br>Ever, though, to little people any path is pretty<br>So it leads to newer lands, as they know it must.<br>Some go to singing less; some go to list'ning;<br>Some go to thinking over ever-nobler themes;<br>Some go anhungered, but ever bravely whistling,<br>Turning never home again only in their dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!<br>_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?<br>_Some go to conquer things; some go to try them_;<br>_Some go to dream them; and some go to bed_!</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=416601" data-title="Dream-March de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="'Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!-- Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' regiments o' children, Marching to the robin's fife and cricket's rat-ta-tat! Lily-banners overhead, with the d..."></div> </div> </div>

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