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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Sister,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH A COPY OF 'THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Sister! while the wise and sage<br>Turn coldly from my playful page,<br>And count it strange that ripened age<br>Should stoop to boyhood's folly;<br>I know that thou wilt judge aright<br>Of all which makes the heart more light,<br>Or lends one star-gleam to the night<br>Of clouded Melancholy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away with weary cares and themes!<br>Swing wide the moonlit gate of dreams!<br>Leave free once more the land which teems<br>With wonders and romances<br>Where thou, with clear discerning eyes,<br>Shalt rightly read the truth which lies<br>Beneath the quaintly masking guise<br>Of wild and wizard fancies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! once again our feet we set<br>On still green wood-paths, twilight wet,<br>By lonely brooks, whose waters fret<br>The roots of spectral beeches;<br>Again the hearth-fire glimmers o'er<br>Home's whitewashed wall and painted floor,<br>And young eyes widening to the lore<br>Of faery-folks and witches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear heart! the legend is not vain<br>Which lights that holy hearth again,<br>And calling back from care and pain,<br>And death's funereal sadness,<br>Draws round its old familiar blaze<br>The clustering groups of happier days,<br>And lends to sober manhood's gaze<br>A glimpse of childish gladness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, knowing how my life hath been<br>A weary work of tongue and pen,<br>A long, harsh strife with strong-willed men,<br>Thou wilt not chide my turning<br>To con, at times, an idle rhyme,<br>To pluck a flower from childhood's clime,<br>Or listen, at Life's noonday chime,<br>For the sweet bells of Morning!</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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Dear Sister! while the wise and sage
Turn coldly from my playful page,
And count it strange that ripened age
Should stoop to boyhood's folly;
I know that thou wilt judge aright
Of all which mak..."></div>
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