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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON HER RETURN FROM EUROPE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How smiled the land of France<br>Under thy blue eye's glance,<br>Light-hearted rover<br>Old walls of chateaux gray,<br>Towers of an early day,<br>Which the Three Colors play<br>Flauntingly over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now midst the brilliant train<br>Thronging the banks of Seine<br>Now midst the splendor<br>Of the wild Alpine range,<br>Waking with change on change<br>Thoughts in thy young heart strange,<br>Lovely, and tender.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vales, soft Elysian,<br>Like those in the vision<br>Of Mirza, when, dreaming,<br>He saw the long hollow dell,<br>Touched by the prophet's spell,<br>Into an ocean swell<br>With its isles teeming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cliffs wrapped in snows of years,<br>Splintering with icy spears<br>Autumn's blue heaven<br>Loose rock and frozen slide,<br>Hung on the mountain-side,<br>Waiting their hour to glide<br>Downward, storm-driven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rhine-stream, by castle old,<br>Baron's and robber's hold,<br>Peacefully flowing;<br>Sweeping through vineyards green,<br>Or where the cliffs are seen<br>O'er the broad wave between<br>Grim shadows throwing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, where St. Peter's dome<br>Swells o'er eternal Rome,<br>Vast, dim, and solemn;<br>Hymns ever chanting low,<br>Censers swung to and fro,<br>Sable stoles sweeping slow<br>Cornice and column!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, as from each and all<br>Will there not voices call<br>Evermore back again?<br>In the mind's gallery<br>Wilt thou not always see<br>Dim phantoms beckon thee<br>O'er that old track again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New forms thy presence haunt,<br>New voices softly chant,<br>New faces greet thee!<br>Pilgrims from many a shrine<br>Hallowed by poet's line,<br>At memory's magic sign,<br>Rising to meet thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when such visions come<br>Unto thy olden home,<br>Will they not waken<br>Deep thoughts of Him whose hand<br>Led thee o'er sea and land<br>Back to the household band<br>Whence thou wast taken?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While, at the sunset time,<br>Swells the cathedral's chime,<br>Yet, in thy dreaming,<br>While to thy spirit's eye<br>Yet the vast mountains lie<br>Piled in the Switzer's sky,<br>Icy and gleaming:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prompter of silent prayer,<br>Be the wild picture there<br>In the mind's chamber,<br>And, through each coming day<br>Him who, as staff and stay,<br>Watched o'er thy wandering way,<br>Freshly remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when the call shall be<br>Soon or late unto thee,<br>As to all given,<br>Still may that picture live,<br>All its fair forms survive,<br>And to thy spirit give<br>Gladness in Heaven!</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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How smiled the land of France
Under thy blue eye's glance,
Light-hearted rover
Old walls of chateaux gray,
Towers of an early day,
Which the Three Colors play
Flauntingly over.

Now midst the brilliant train
Thronging t..."></div>
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