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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To F. W. N. A Birthday Offering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Frank, this morn has usher'd in <br>The manhood of thy days; <br>A boy no more, thou must begin <br>To choose thy future ways; <br>To brace thy arm, and nerve thy heart, <br>For maintenance of a noble part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou a voucher fair hast given, <br>Of what thou wilt achieve, <br>Ere age has dimm'd thy sun-lit heaven, <br>In weary life's chill eve; <br>Should Sovereign Wisdom in its grace <br>Vouchsafe to thee so long a race. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother, we are link'd with chain <br>That time shall ne'er destroy; <br>Together we have been in pain, <br>Together now in joy; <br>For duly I to share may claim <br>The present brightness of thy name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother, 'tis no recent tie <br>Which binds our fates in one, <br>E'en from our tender infancy <br>The twisted thread was spun;— <br>Her deed, who stored in her fond mind <br>Our forms, by sacred love enshrined. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her affection all had share, <br>All six, she loved them all; <br>Yet on her early-chosen Pair <br>Did her full favour fall; [Note] <br>And we became her dearest theme, <br>Her waking thought, her nightly dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! brother, shall we e'er forget <br>Her love, her care, her zeal? <br>We cannot pay the countless debt, <br>But we must ever feel; <br>For through her earnestness were shed <br>Prayer-purchased blessings on our head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though in the end of days she stood, <br>And pain and weakness came, <br>Her force of thought was unsubdued, <br>Her fire of love the same; <br>And e'en when memory fail'd its part, <br>We still kept lodgment in her heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when her Maker from the thrall <br>Of flesh her spirit freed, <br>No suffering companied the call, <br>—In mercy 'twas decreed,— <br>One moment here, the next she trod <br>The viewless mansion of her God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now then at length she is at rest, <br>And, after many a woe, <br>Rejoices in that Saviour blest <br>Who was her hope below; <br>Kept till the day when He shall own <br>His saints before His Father's throne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it is left for us to prove <br>Her prayers were not in vain; <br>And that God's grace-according love <br>Has come as gentle rain, {15} <br>Which, falling in the vernal hour, <br>Tints the young leaf, perfumes the flower. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Frank, we both are summon'd now <br>As champions of the Lord;— <br>Enroll'd am I, and shortly thou <br>Must buckle on thy sword; <br>A high employ, nor lightly given, <br>To serve as messengers of heaven! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in my heart that gift I hide; <br>I change it not away <br>For patriot-warrior's hour of pride, <br>Or statesman's tranquil sway; <br>For poet's fire, or pleader's skill <br>To pierce the soul and tame the will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! may we follow undismay'd <br>Where'er our God shall call! <br>And may His Spirit's present aid <br>Uphold us lest we fall! <br>Till in the end of days we stand, <br>As victors in a deathless land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Henry+Newman">John Henry Newman</a><div class=q>
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The manhood of thy days; 
A boy no more, thou must begin 
To choose thy future ways; 
To brace thy arm, and nerve thy heart, 
For maintenance of a noble part. 

And thou a voucher fair hast given, 
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