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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Home—Our Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR THE SEMI-CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION OF THE<br>SETTLEMENT OF CAMBRIDGE, MASS., DECEMBER 28, 1880</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUR home was mine,--kind Nature's gift;<br>My love no years can chill;<br>In vain their flakes the storm-winds sift,<br>The snow-drop hides beneath the drift,<br>A living blossom still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mute are a hundred long-famed lyres,<br>Hushed all their golden strings;<br>One lay the coldest bosom fires,<br>One song, one only, never tires<br>While sweet-voiced memory sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No spot so lone but echo knows<br>That dear familiar strain;<br>In tropic isles, on arctic snows,<br>Through burning lips its music flows<br>And rings its fond refrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Pisa's tower my straining sight<br>Roamed wandering leagues away,<br>When lo! a frigate's banner bright,<br>The starry blue, the red, the white,<br>In far Livorno's bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot leaps the life-blood from my heart,<br>Forth springs the sudden tear;<br>The ship that rocks by yonder mart<br>Is of my land, my life, a part,--<br>Home, home, sweet home, is here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fades from my view the sunlit scene,--<br>My vision spans the waves;<br>I see the elm-encircled green,<br>The tower,--the steeple,--and, between,<br>The field of ancient graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There runs the path my feet would tread<br>When first they learned to stray;<br>There stands the gambrel roof that spread<br>Its quaint old angles o'er my head<br>When first I saw the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sounds that met my boyish ear<br>My inward sense salute,--<br>The woodnotes wild I loved to hear,--<br>The robin's challenge, sharp and clear,--<br>The breath of evening's flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The faces loved from cradle days,--<br>Unseen, alas, how long!<br>As fond remembrance round them plays,<br>Touched with its softening moonlight rays,<br>Through fancy's portal throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And see! as if the opening skies<br>Some angel form had spared<br>Us wingless mortals to surprise,<br>The little maid with light-blue eyes,<br>White necked and golden haired!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So rose the picture full in view<br>I paint in feebler song;<br>Such power the seamless banner knew<br>Of red and white and starry blue<br>For exiles banished long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, boys, dear boys, who wait as men<br>To guard its heaven-bright folds,<br>Blest are the eyes that see again<br>That banner, seamless now, as then,--<br>The fairest earth beholds!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet was the Tuscan air and soft<br>In that unfading hour,<br>And fancy leads my footsteps oft<br>Up the round galleries, high aloft<br>On Pisa's threatening tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still in Memory's holiest shrine<br>I read with pride and joy,<br>'For me those stars of empire shine;<br>That empire's dearest home is mine;<br>I am a Cambridge boy!'</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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SETTLEMENT OF CAMBRIDGE, MASS., DECEMBER 28, 1880

YOUR home was mine,--kind Nature's gift;
My love no years can chill;
In vain their flakes the storm-winds sift,
The snow-drop hides beneath the drift,
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