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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447587" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scenes In London III - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE stands within the silent square, <br>That square of state, of gloom;<br>A heavy weight is on the air,<br>Which hangs as o'er a tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a tomb which wealth and rank<br>Have built themselves around—<br>The general sympathies have shrank<br>Like flowers on high dry ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None heed the wandering boy who sings,<br>An orphan though so young;<br>None think how far the singer brings<br>The songs which he has sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None cheer him with a kindly look,<br>None with a kindly word;<br>The singer's little pride must brook<br>To be unpraised, unheard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At home their sweet bird he was styled,<br>And oft, when days were long,<br>His mother called her favourite child<br>To sing her favourite song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wanders now through weary streets,<br>Till cheek and eye are dim;<br>How little sympathy he meets,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sudden his dark brown cheek grows bright<br>His dark eyes fill with glee,<br>Covered with blossoms snowy-white,<br>He sees an orange tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the toil-worn face is pale,<br>Nor faltering step is sad;<br>He sees his distant native vale,<br>He sees it, and is glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sees the squirrel climb the pine,<br>The doves fly through the dell,<br>The purple clusters of the vine;<br>He hears the vesper-bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His heart is full of hope and home,<br>Toil, travel, are no more;<br>And he has happy hours to come<br>Beside his father's door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, charm of natural influence!<br>But for thy lovely ties,<br>Never might the world-wearied sense<br>Above the present rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed be thy magic every where,<br>Oh Nature, gentle mother;<br>How kindlier is for us thy care,<br>Than ours is for each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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That square of state, of gloom;
A heavy weight is on the air,
Which hangs as o'er a tomb.

It is a tomb which wealth and rank
Have built themselves around—
The general sympathies have shrank
Like flowers on h..."></div>
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