Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At School-Close</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The end has come, as come it must<br>To all things; in these sweet June days<br>The teacher and the scholar trust<br>Their parting feet to separate ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They part: but in the years to be<br>Shall pleasant memories cling to each,<br>As shells bear inland from the sea<br>The murmur of the rhythmic beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One knew the joy the sculptor knows<br>When, plastic to his lightest touch,<br>His clay-wrought model slowly grows<br>To that fine grace desired so much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So daily grew before her eyes<br>The living shapes whereon she wrought,<br>Strong, tender, innocently wise,<br>The child's heart with the woman's thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one shall never quite forget<br>The voice that called from dream and play,<br>The firm but kindly hand that set<br>Her feet in learning's pleasant way,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joy of Undine soul-possessed,<br>The wakening sense, the strange delight<br>That swelled the fabled statue's breast<br>And filled its clouded eyes with sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Youth and Beauty, loved of all!<br>Ye pass from girlhood's gate of dreams;<br>In broader ways your footsteps fall,<br>Ye test the truth of all that seams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her little realm the teacher leaves,<br>She breaks her wand of power apart,<br>While, for your love and trust, she gives<br>The warm thanks of a grateful heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hers is the sober summer noon<br>Contrasted with your morn of spring,<br>The waning with the waxing moon,<br>The folded with the outspread wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the distance of the years<br>She sends her God-speed back to you;<br>She has no thought of doubts or fears<br>Be but yourselves, be pure, be true,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And prompt in duty; heed the deep,<br>Low voice of conscience; through the ill<br>And discord round about you, keep<br>Your faith in human nature still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be gentle: unto griefs and needs,<br>Be pitiful as woman should,<br>And, spite of all the lies of creeds,<br>Hold fast the truth that God is good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give and receive; go forth and bless<br>The world that needs the hand and heart<br>Of Martha's helpful carefulness<br>No less than Mary's better part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So shall the stream of time flow by<br>And leave each year a richer good,<br>And matron loveliness outvie<br>The nameless charm of maidenhood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when the world shall link your names<br>With gracious lives and manners fine,<br>The teacher shall assert her claims,<br>And proudly whisper, 'These were mine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</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=420450" data-title="At School-Close de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.

The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.

They part: but in the years to be
Shall pleasant memories cling to eac..."></div>
</div>
</div>