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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Parting Health</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO J. L. MOTLEY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim<br>To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;<br>Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,<br>'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the rider that rests with the spur on his heel,<br>As the guardsman that sleeps in his corselet of steel,<br>As the archer that stands with his shaft on the string,<br>He stoops from his toil to the garland we bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What pictures yet slumber unborn in his loom,<br>Till their warriors shall breathe and their beauties shall bloom,<br>While the tapestry lengthens the life-glowing dyes<br>That caught from our sunsets the stain of their skies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the alcoves of death, in the charnels of timid,<br>Where flit the gaunt spectres of passion and crime,<br>There are triumphs untold, there are martyrs unsung,<br>There are heroes yet silent to speak with his tongue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us hear the proud story which time has bequeathed!<br>From lips that are warm with the freedom they breathed!<br>Let him summon its tyrants, and tell us their doom,<br>Though he sweep the black past like Van Tromp with his broom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dream flashes by, for the west-winds awake<br>On pampas, on prairie, o'er mountain and lake,<br>To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine,<br>With incense they stole from the rose and the pine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fill a bright cup with the sunlight that gushed<br>When the dead summer's jewels were trampled and crushed:<br>THE TRUE KNIGHT OF LEARNING,--the world holds him dear,--<br>Love bless him, Joy crown him, God speed his career!</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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YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,
'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.

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