<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Birthday Wreath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blossom and greenness, making all<br>The winter birthday tropical,<br>And the plain Quaker parlors gay,<br>Have gone from bracket, stand, and wall;<br>We saw them fade, and droop, and fall,<br>And laid them tenderly away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White virgin lilies, mignonette,<br>Blown rose, and pink, and violet,<br>A breath of fragrance passing by;<br>Visions of beauty and decay,<br>Colors and shapes that could not stay,<br>The fairest, sweetest, first to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still this rustic wreath of mine,<br>Of acorned oak and needled pine,<br>And lighter growths of forest lands,<br>Woven and wound with careful pains,<br>And tender thoughts, and prayers, remains,<br>As when it dropped from love's dear hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not unfitly garlanded,<br>Is he, who, country-born and bred,<br>Welcomes the sylvan ring which gives<br>A feeling of old summer days,<br>The wild delight of woodland ways,<br>The glory of the autumn leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, if the flowery meed of song<br>To other bards may well belong,<br>Be his, who from the farm-field spoke<br>A word for Freedom when her need<br>Was not of dulcimer and reed.<br>This Isthmian wreath of pine and oak.</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=420651" data-title="The Birthday Wreath de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Blossom and greenness, making all The winter birthday tropical, And the plain Quaker parlors gay, Have gone from bracket, stand, and wall; We saw them fade, and droop, and fall, And laid them tenderly away. White virgin lilies, mignonette, Blown ..."></div> </div> </div>

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