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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reunion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gulf of seven and fifty years<br>We stretch our welcoming hands across;<br>The distance but a pebble's toss<br>Between us and our youth appears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in life's school we linger on<br>The remnant of a once full list;<br>Conning our lessons, undismissed,<br>With faces to the setting sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some have gone the unknown way,<br>And some await the call to rest;<br>Who knoweth whether it is best<br>For those who went or those who stay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet despite of loss and ill,<br>If faith and love and hope remain,<br>Our length of days is not in vain,<br>And life is well worth living still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still to a gracious Providence<br>The thanks of grateful hearts are due,<br>For blessings when our lives were new,<br>For all the good vouchsafed us since.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain that spared us sorer hurt,<br>The wish denied, the purpose crossed,<br>And pleasure's fond occasions lost,<br>Were mercies to our small desert.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is something that we wander back,<br>Gray pilgrims, to our ancient ways,<br>And tender memories of old days<br>Walk with us by the Merrimac;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That even in life's afternoon<br>A sense of youth comes back again,<br>As through this cool September rain<br>The still green woodlands dream of June.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eyes grown dim to present things<br>Have keener sight for bygone years,<br>And sweet and clear, in deafening ears,<br>The bird that sang at morning sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear comrades, scattered wide and far,<br>Send from their homes their kindly word,<br>And dearer ones, unseen, unheard,<br>Smile on us from some heavenly star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For life and death with God are one,<br>Unchanged by seeming change His care<br>And love are round us here and there;<br>He breaks no thread His hand has spun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul touches soul, the muster roll<br>Of life eternal has no gaps;<br>And after half a century's lapse<br>Our school-day ranks are closed and whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail and farewell! We go our way;<br>Where shadows end, we trust in light;<br>The star that ushers in the night<br>Is herald also of the day!</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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We stretch our welcoming hands across;
The distance but a pebble's toss
Between us and our youth appears.

For in life's school we linger on
The remnant of a once full list;
Conning our lessons, undismissed,
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