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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Child-Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still linger in our noon of time<br>And on our Saxon tongue<br>The echoes of the home-born hymns<br>The Aryan mothers sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And childhood had its litanies<br>In every age and clime;<br>The earliest cradles of the race<br>Were rocked to poet's rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor sky, nor wave, nor tree, nor flower,<br>Nor green earth's virgin sod,<br>So moved the singer's heart of old<br>As these small ones of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mystery of unfolding life<br>Was more than dawning morn,<br>Than opening flower or crescent moon<br>The human soul new-born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still to childhood's sweet appeal<br>The heart of genius turns,<br>And more than all the sages teach<br>From lisping voices learns,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voices loved of him who sang,<br>Where Tweed and Teviot glide,<br>That sound to-day on all the winds<br>That blow from Rydal-side,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard in the Teuton's household songs,<br>And folk-lore of the Finn,<br>Where'er to holy Christmas hearths<br>The Christ-child enters in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before life's sweetest mystery still<br>The heart in reverence kneels;<br>The wonder of the primal birth<br>The latest mother feels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We need love's tender lessons taught<br>As only weakness can;<br>God hath His small interpreters;<br>The child must teach the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wander wide through evil years,<br>Our eyes of faith grow dim;<br>But he is freshest from His hands<br>And nearest unto Him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And haply, pleading long with Him<br>For sin-sick hearts and cold,<br>The angels of our childhood still<br>The Father's face behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of such the kingdom!--Teach Thou us,<br>O-Master most divine,<br>To feel the deep significance<br>Of these wise words of Thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The haughty eye shall seek in vain<br>What innocence beholds;<br>No cunning finds the key of heaven,<br>No strength its gate unfolds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone to guilelessness and love<br>That gate shall open fall;<br>The mind of pride is nothingness,<br>The childlike heart is all!</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>
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And on our Saxon tongue
The echoes of the home-born hymns
The Aryan mothers sung.

And childhood had its litanies
In every age and clime;
The earliest cradles of the race
Were rocked to poet's rhyme.

Nor sky, nor ..."></div>
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