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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Painted Columbine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright image of the early years<br>When glowed my cheek as red as thou,<br>And life's dark throng of cares and fears<br>Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou blushest from the painter's page,<br>Robed in the mimic tints of art;<br>But Nature's hand in youth's green age<br>With fairer hues first traced thee on my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning's blush, she made it thine,<br>The morn's sweet breath, she gave it thee,<br>And in thy look, my Columbine!<br>Each fond-remembered spot she bade me see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the hill's far-gazing head,<br>Where gay thou noddest in the gale;<br>I hear light-bounding footsteps tread<br>The grassy path that winds along the vale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear the voice of woodland song<br>Break from each bush and well-known tree,<br>And on light pinions borne along,<br>Comes back the laugh from childhood's heart of glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the dark rock the dashing brook,<br>With look of anger, leaps again,<br>And, hastening to each flowery nook,<br>Its distant voice is heard far down the glen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair child of art! thy charms decay,<br>Touched by the withered hand of Time;<br>And hushed the music of that day,<br>When my voice mingled with the streamlet's chime;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on my heart thy cheek of bloom<br>Shall live when Nature's smile has fled;<br>And, rich with memory's sweet perfume,<br>Shall o'er her grave thy tribute incense shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There shalt thou live and wake the glee<br>That echoed on thy native hill;<br>And when, loved flower! I think of thee,<br>My infant feet will seem to seek thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jones+Very">Jones Very</a><div class=q>
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When glowed my cheek as red as thou,
And life's dark throng of cares and fears
Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow!

Thou blushest from the painter's page,
Robed in the mimic tints of art;
But Nature's hand..."></div>
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