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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memory Of John And Robert Ware</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No mystic charm, no mortal art,<br>Can bid our loved companions stay;<br>The bands that clasp them to our heart<br>Snap in death's frost and fall apart;<br>Like shadows fading with the day,<br>They pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young are stricken in their pride,<br>The old, long tottering, faint and fall;<br>Master and scholar, side by side,<br>Through the dark portals silent glide,<br>That open in life's mouldering wall<br>And close on all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our friend's, our teacher's task was done,<br>When Mercy called him from on high;<br>A little cloud had dimmed the sun,<br>The saddening hours had just begun,<br>And darker days were drawing nigh:<br>'T was time to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A whiter soul, a fairer mind,<br>A life with purer course and aim,<br>A gentler eye, a voice more kind,<br>We may not look on earth to find.<br>The love that lingers o'er his name<br>Is more than fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These blood-red summers ripen fast;<br>The sons are older than the sires;<br>Ere yet the tree to earth is cast,<br>The sapling falls before the blast;<br>Life's ashes keep their covered fires,--<br>Its flame expires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Struck by the noiseless, viewless foe,<br>Whose deadlier breath than shot or shell<br>Has laid the best and bravest low,<br>His boy, all bright in morning's glow,<br>That high-souled youth he loved so well,<br>Untimely fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still he wore his placid smile,<br>And, trustful in the cheering creed<br>That strives all sorrow to beguile,<br>Walked calmly on his way awhile<br>Ah, breast that leans on breaking reed<br>Must ever bleed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they both left us, sire and son,<br>With opening leaf, with laden bough<br>The youth whose race was just begun,<br>The wearied man whose course was run,<br>Its record written on his brow,<br>Are brothers now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brothers!--The music of the sound<br>Breathes softly through my closing strain;<br>The floor we tread is holy ground,<br>Those gentle spirits hovering round,<br>While our fair circle joins again<br>Its broken chain.</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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Can bid our loved companions stay;
The bands that clasp them to our heart
Snap in death's frost and fall apart;
Like shadows fading with the day,
They pass away.

The young are stricken in their pride,
The old, long..."></div>
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