<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Laurels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM these wild rocks I look to-day<br>O'er leagues of dancing waves, and see<br>The far, low coast-line stretch away<br>To where our river meets the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light wind blowing off the land<br>Is burdened with old voices; through<br>Shut eyes I see how lip and hand<br>The greeting of old days renew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O friends whose hearts still keep their prime,<br>Whose bright example warms and cheers,<br>Ye teach us how to smile at Time,<br>And set to music all his years!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thank you for sweet summer days,<br>For pleasant memories lingering long,<br>For joyful meetings, fond delays,<br>And ties of friendship woven strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As for the last time, side by side,<br>You tread the paths familiar grown,<br>I reach across the severing tide,<br>And blend my farewells with your own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make room, O river of our home!<br>For other feet in place of ours,<br>And in the summers yet to come,<br>Make glad another Feast of Flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold in thy mirror, calm and deep,<br>The pleasant pictures thou hast seen;<br>Forget thy lovers not, but keep<br>Our memory like thy laurels green.</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=420729" data-title="The Laurels de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="FROM these wild rocks I look to-day O'er leagues of dancing waves, and see The far, low coast-line stretch away To where our river meets the sea. The light wind blowing off the land Is burdened with old voices; through Shut eyes I see how lip and..."></div> </div> </div>

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