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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bill and Joe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME, dear old comrade, you and I<br> Will steal an hour from days gone by,<br> The shining days when life was new,<br> And all was bright with morning dew,<br> The lusty days of long ago,<br> When you were Bill and I was Joe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Your name may flaunt a titled trail<br> Proud as a cockerel's rainbow tail,<br> And mine as brief appendix wear<br> As Tam O'Shanter's luckless mare;<br> To-day, old friend, remember still<br> That I am Joe and you are Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You've won the great world's envied prize,<br> And grand you look in people's eyes,<br> With H O N. and L L. D.<br> In big brave letters, fair to see,--<br> Your fist, old fellow! off they go!--<br> How are you, Bill? How are you, Joe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You've worn the judge's ermined robe;<br> You've taught your name to half the globe;<br> You've sung mankind a deathless strain;<br> You've made the dead past live again:<br> The world may call you what it will,<br> But you and I are Joe and Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The chaffing young folks stare and say<br> &quot;See those old buffers, bent and gray,--<br> They talk like fellows in their teens<br> Mad, poor old boys! That's what it means,&quot;--<br> And shake their heads; they little know<br> The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How Bill forgets his hour of pride,<br> While Joe sits smiling at his side;<br> How Joe, in spite of time's disguise,<br> Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes,--<br> Those calm, stern eyes that melt and fill<br> As Joe looks fondly up at Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?<br> A fitful tongue of leaping flame;<br> A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,<br> That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;<br> A few swift years, and who can show<br> Which dust was Bill and which was Joe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The weary idol takes his stand,<br> Holds out his bruised and aching hand,<br> While gaping thousands come and go,--<br> How vain it seems, this empty show!<br> Till all at once his pulses thrill;--<br> 'T is poor old Joe's &quot;God bless you, Bill!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And shall we breathe in happier spheres<br> The names that pleased our mortal ears;<br> In some sweet lull of harp and song<br> For earth-born spirits none too long,<br> Just whispering of the world below<br> Where this was Bill and that was Joe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No matter; while our home is here<br> No sounding name is half so dear;<br> When fades at length our lingering day,<br> Who cares what pompous tombstones say?<br> Read on the hearts that love us still,<br> Hic jacet Joe. Hic jacet Bill.</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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 Will steal an hour from days gone by,
 The shining days when life was new,
 And all was bright with morning dew,
 The lusty days of long ago,
 When you were Bill and I was Joe.

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