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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Loving-Cup Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME, heap the fagots! Ere we go<br>Again the cheerful hearth shall glow;<br>We 'll have another blaze, my boys!<br>When clouds are black and snows are white,<br>Then Christmas logs lend ruddy light<br>They stole from summer days, my boys,<br>They stole from summer days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let the Loving-Cup go round,<br>The Cup with blessed memories crowned,<br>That flows whene'er we meet, my boys;<br>No draught will hold a drop of sin<br>If love is only well stirred in<br>To keep it sound and sweet, my boys,<br>To keep it sound and sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me, to pin upon my breast,<br>The blossoms twain I love the best,<br>A rosebud and a pink, my boys;<br>Their leaves shall nestle next my heart,<br>Their perfumed breath shall own its part<br>In every health we drink, my boys,<br>In every health we drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The breathing blossoms stir my blood,<br>Methinks I see the lilacs bud<br>And hear the bluebirds sing, my boys;<br>Why not? Yon lusty oak has seen<br>Full tenscore years, yet leaflets green<br>Peep out with every spring, my boys,<br>Peep out with every spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Time his rusty scythe may whet,<br>The unmowed grass is glowing yet<br>Beneath the sheltering snow, my boys;<br>And if the crazy dotard ask,<br>Is love worn out? Is life a task?<br>We'll bravely answer No! my boys,<br>We 'll bravely answer No!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For life's bright taper is the same<br>Love tipped of old with rosy flame<br>That heaven's own altar lent, my boys,<br>To glow in every cup we fill<br>Till lips are mute and hearts are still,<br>Till life and love are spent, my boys,<br>Till life and love are spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Again the cheerful hearth shall glow;
We 'll have another blaze, my boys!
When clouds are black and snows are white,
Then Christmas logs lend ruddy light
They stole from summer days, my boys,
They stole from summer..."></div>
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