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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Riding Hood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,<br>Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;<br>The wind that through the pine-trees sung<br>The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung;<br>While, through the window, frosty-starred,<br>Against the sunset purple barred,<br>We saw the sombre crow flap by,<br>The hawk’s gray fleck along the sky,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crested blue-jay flitting swift,<br>The squirrel poising on the drift,<br>Erect, alert, his broad gray tail<br>Set to the north wind like a sail.<br>It came to pass, our little lass,<br>With flattened face against the glass,<br>And eyes in which the tender dew<br>Of pity shone, stood gazing through<br>The narrow space her rosy lips<br>Had melted from the frost’s eclipse:<br>“Oh, see,” she cried, “the poor blue-jays!<br>What is it that the black crow says?<br>The squirrel lifts his little legs<br>Because he has no hands, and begs;<br>He’s asking for my nuts, I know;<br>May I not feed them on the snow?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half lost within her boots, her head<br>Warm-sheltered in her hood of red,<br>Her plaid skirt close about her drawn,<br>She floundered down the wintry lawn;<br>Now struggling through the misty veil<br>Blown round her by the shrieking gale;<br>Now sinking in a drift so low<br>Her scarlet hood could scarcely show<br>Its dash of color on the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dropped for bird and beast forlorn<br>Her little store of nuts and corn,<br>And thus her timid guests bespoke:<br>“Come, squirrel, from your hollow oak,—<br>Come, black old crow,—come, poor blue-jay,<br>Before your supper’s blown away!<br>Don’t be afraid, we all are good;<br>And I’m mamma’s Red Riding-Hood!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou whose care is over all,<br>Who heedest even the sparrow’s fall,<br>Keep in the little maiden’s breast<br>The pity which is now its guest!<br>Let not her cultured years make less<br>The childhood charm of tenderness,<br>But let her feel as well as know,<br>Nor harder with her polish grow!<br>Unmoved by sentimental grief<br>That wails along some printed leaf,<br>But prompt with kindly word and deed<br>To own the claims of all who need,<br>Let the grown woman’s self make good<br>The promise of Red Riding-Hood!</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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Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;
The wind that through the pine-trees sung
The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung;
While, through the window, frosty-starred,
Against the sunset purple barred,
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