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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Brothers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop <br> O’er wordy tasks in London town, <br>How scantly Laura trips for you— <br> A poem in a gown! <br>How rare if Grub-street grew a lawn! <br> How sweet if Nature’s lap could spare <br>A dandelion for the Strand, <br> A cowslip for Mayfair! <br> <br>But here, from immaterial lyres, <br> There rings in easy confidence <br>The blackbird’s bright philosophy <br> On apple-spray or fence: <br>For ploughmen wending home from toil <br> Some patriot thrush outpours his lay, <br>And voices, wildly eloquent, <br> The diary of his day. <br> <br>These living lyrics you may hear <br> Remembering the lane’s romance, <br>All hung in wicker heels to chirp <br> Thin ghosts of utterance:<br>But where the gusts of liberty <br> Make Ragged Robin wisely bend, <br>They quicken hedgerows with their song, <br> Melodiously unpenned. <br> <br>If souls of mighty singers leave<br> The vacant body to its hush, <br>Does Shelley linger in the lark, <br> Or Keats possess the thrush? <br>The end is undecaying doubt, <br> And in some blackbird’s bosom still <br>Great Tennyson may sweeten eve <br> And whistle on the hill. <br> <br>Come, brothers, to this clean delight, <br> And watch the velvet-headed tit. <br>Here ’s honest sorrel in the grass<br> And sturdy cuckoo-spit: <br>What shepherds hear you shall not miss, <br> And at deliverance of dawn <br>Shall see a miracle of bloom <br> Across the sparkling lawn.<br> <br>The forest musically begs <br> To fan you with its leafy love; <br>Oh, fall asleep upon this moss <br> Entreated by the dove! <br>Here shall that sweet Conservative,5 <br> Dear Mother Nature, lend to you <br>Her lovely rural elements <br> Beneath the primal blue. <br> <br>O brothers, who must ache and stoop <br> O’er wordy tasks in London town,<br>How scantly Laura trips for you— <br> A poem in a gown! <br>How good if Fleet-street grew a lawn! <br> How sweet if garden-plots could spare <br>A bed of cloves to scent the Strand,<br> A pansy for Mayfair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Rowland+Gale">Norman Rowland Gale</a><div class=q>
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 O’er wordy tasks in London town, 
How scantly Laura trips for you— 
 A poem in a gown! 
How rare if Grub-street grew a lawn! 
 How sweet if Nature’s lap could spare 
A dandelion for the Strand, 
 A cowsl..."></div>
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