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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Indian Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise,<br>With a welcome like this in your darling old eyes;<br>To meet the same smiles and to hear the same tone<br>Which have greeted me oft in the years that have flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I gray as the grayest old rat in the wall,<br>My locks would turn brown at the sight of you all;<br>If my heart were as dry as the shell on the sand,<br>It would fill like the goblet I hold in my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are noontides of autumn when summer returns.<br>Though the leaves are all garnered and sealed in their urns,<br>And the bird on his perch, that was silent so long,<br>Believes the sweet sunshine and breaks into song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have caged the young birds of our beautiful June;<br>Their plumes are still bright and their voices in tune;<br>One moment of sunshine from faces like these<br>And they sing as they sung in the green-growing trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voices of morning! how sweet is their thrill<br>When the shadows have turned, and the evening grows still!<br>The text of our lives may get wiser with age,<br>But the print was so fair on its twentieth page!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look off from your goblet and up from your plate,<br>Come, take the last journal, and glance at its date:<br>Then think what we fellows should say and should do,<br>If the 6 were a 9 and the 5 were a 2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, no! for the shapes that would meet with as here,<br>From the far land of shadows, are ever too dear!<br>Though youth flung around us its pride and its charms,<br>We should see but the comrades we clasped in our arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A health to our future--a sigh for our past,<br>We love, we remember, we hope to the last;<br>And for all the base lies that the almanacs hold,<br>While we've youth in our hearts we can never grow old!</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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With a welcome like this in your darling old eyes;
To meet the same smiles and to hear the same tone
Which have greeted me oft in the years that have flown.

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