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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Curfew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Play is over. While the light<br>Yet lingers in the darkening hall,<br>I come to say a last Good-night<br>Before the final _Exeunt all_.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We gathered once, a joyous throng:<br>The jovial toasts went gayly round;<br>With jest, and laugh, and shout, and song,<br>We made the floors and walls resound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We come with feeble steps and slow,<br>A little band of four or five,<br>Left from the wrecks of long ago,<br>Still pleased to find ourselves alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alive! How living, too, are they<br>Whose memories it is ours to share!<br>Spread the long table's full array,--<br>There sits a ghost in every chair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One breathing form no more, alas!<br>Amid our slender group we see;<br>With him we still remained 'The Class,'--<br>Without his presence what are we?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hand we ever loved to clasp,--<br>That tireless hand which knew no rest,--<br>Loosed from affection's clinging grasp,<br>Lies nerveless on the peaceful breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beaming eye, the cheering voice,<br>That lent to life a generous glow,<br>Whose every meaning said 'Rejoice,'<br>We see, we hear, no more below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air seems darkened by his loss,<br>Earth's shadowed features look less fair,<br>And heavier weighs the daily cross<br>His willing shoulders helped us bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why mourn that we, the favored few<br>Whom grasping Time so long has spared<br>Life's sweet illusions to pursue,<br>The common lot of age have shared?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In every pulse of Friendship's heart<br>There breeds unfelt a throb of pain,--<br>One hour must rend its links apart,<br>Though years on years have forged the chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So ends 'The Boys,'--a lifelong play.<br>We too must hear the Prompter's call<br>To fairer scenes and brighter day<br>Farewell! I let the curtain fall.</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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Yet lingers in the darkening hall,
I come to say a last Good-night
Before the final _Exeunt all_.

We gathered once, a joyous throng:
The jovial toasts went gayly round;
With jest, and laugh, and shout, and song,
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