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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tom Van Arden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>Our warm fellowship is one<br>Far too old to comprehend<br>Where its bond was first begun:<br>Mirage-like before my gaze<br>Gleams a land of other days,<br>Where two truant boys, astray,<br>Dream their lazy lives away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a vision, in the guise<br>Of Midsummer, where the Past<br>Like a weary beggar lies<br>In the shadow Time has cast;<br>And as blends the bloom of trees<br>With the drowsy hum of bees,<br>Fragrant thoughts and murmurs blend,<br>Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>All the pleasures we have known<br>Thrill me now as I extend<br>This old hand and grasp your own--<br>Feeling, in the rude caress,<br>All affection's tenderness;<br>Feeling, though the touch be rough,<br>Our old souls are soft enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we'll make a mellow hour:<br>Fill your pipe, and taste the wine--<br>Warp your face, if it be sour,<br>I can spare a smile from mine;<br>If it sharpen up your wit,<br>Let me feel the edge of it--<br>I have eager ears to lend,<br>Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>Are we 'lucky dogs,' indeed?<br>Are we all that we pretend<br>In the jolly life we lead?--<br>Bachelors, we must confess,<br>Boast of 'single blessedness'<br>To the world, but not alone--<br>Man's best sorrow is his own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the saddest truth is this,--<br>Life to us has never proved<br>What we tasted in the kiss<br>Of the women we have loved:<br>Vainly we congratulate<br>Our escape from such a fate<br>As their lying lips could send,<br>Tom Van Arden, my old friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>Hearts, like fruit upon the stem,<br>Ripen sweetest, I contend,<br>As the frost falls over them:<br>Your regard for me to-day<br>Makes November taste of May,<br>And through every vein of rhyme<br>Pours the blood of summer-time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When our souls are cramped with youth<br>Happiness seems far away<br>In the future, while, in truth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We look back on it to-day<br>Through our tears, nor dare to boast,--<br>'Better to have loved and lost!'<br>Broken hearts are hard to mend,<br>Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>I grow prosy, and you tire;<br>Fill the glasses while I bend<br>To prod up the failing fire. . . .<br>You are restless:--I presume<br>There's a dampness in the room.--<br>Much of warmth our nature begs,<br>With rheumatics in our legs! . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Humph! the legs we used to fling<br>Limber-jointed in the dance,<br>When we heard the fiddle ring<br>Up the curtain of Romance,<br>And in crowded public halls<br>Played with hearts like jugglers' balls.--<br>FEATS OF MOUNTEBANKS, DEPEND!--<br>Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Van Arden, my old friend,<br>Pardon, then, this theme of mine:<br>While the firelight leaps to lend<br>Higher color to the wine,--<br>I propose a health to those<br>Who have HOMES, and home's repose,<br>Wife- and child-love without end!<br>. . . Tom Van Arden, my old friend.</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>
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Our warm fellowship is one
Far too old to comprehend
Where its bond was first begun:
Mirage-like before my gaze
Gleams a land of other days,
Where two truant boys, astray,
Dream their lazy lives away.

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