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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Must Get Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home! How could we stray like this?--<br>So far from home, we know not where it is,--<br>Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place<br>Of children's faces--and the mother's face--<br>We dimly dream it, till the vision clears<br>Even in the eyes of fancy, glad with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home--for we have been away<br>So long, it seems forever and a day!<br>And O so very homesick we have grown,<br>The laughter of the world is like a moan<br>In our tired hearing, and its song as vain,--<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home! With heart and soul we yearn<br>To find the long-lost pathway, and return!...<br>The child's shout lifted from the questing band<br>Of old folk, faring weary, hand in hand,<br>But faces brightening, as if clouds at last<br>Were showering sunshine on us as we passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home: It hurts so staying here,<br>Where fond hearts must be wept out tear by tear,<br>And where to wear wet lashes means, at best,<br>When most our lack, the least our hope of rest--<br>When most our need of joy, the more our pain--<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home--home to the simple things--<br>The morning-glories twirling up the strings<br>And bugling color, as they blared in blue-<br>And-white o'er garden-gates we scampered through;<br>The long grape-arbor, with its under-shade<br>Blue as the green and purple overlaid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home: All is so quiet there:<br>The touch of loving hands on brow and hair--<br>Dim rooms, wherein the sunshine is made mild--<br>The lost love of the mother and the child<br>Restored in restful lullabies of rain,--<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rows of sweetcorn and the China beans<br>Beyond the lettuce-beds where, towering, leans<br>The giant sunflower in barbaric pride<br>Guarding the barn-door and the lane outside;<br>The honeysuckles, midst the hollyhocks,<br>That clamber almost to the martin-box.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home, where, as we nod and drowse,<br>Time humors us and tiptoes through the house,<br>And loves us best when sleeping baby-wise,<br>With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,--<br>Pure dreams that know nor taint nor earthly stain--<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home! The willow-whistle's call<br>Trills crisp and liquid as the waterfall--<br>Mocking the trillers in the cherry-trees<br>And making discord of such rhymes as these,<br>That know nor lilt nor cadence but the birds<br>First warbled--then all poets afterwards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home; and, unremembering there<br>All gain of all ambition otherwhere,<br>Rest--from the feverish victory, and the crown<br>Of conquest whose waste glory weighs us down.--<br>Fame's fairest gifts we toss back with disdain--<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must get home again--we must--we must!--<br>(Our rainy faces pelted in the dust)<br>Creep back from the vain quest through endless strife<br>To find not anywhere in all of life<br>A happier happiness than blest us then ...<br>We must get home--we must get home again!</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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So far from home, we know not where it is,--
Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place
Of children's faces--and the mother's face--
We dimly dream it, till the vision clears
Even in the eyes of fancy..."></div>
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