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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Sweet Singer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">J. A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>ONE memory trembles on our lips;<br>It throbs in every breast;<br>In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,<br>The shadow stands confessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O silent voice, that cheered so long<br>Our manhood's marching day,<br>Without thy breath of heavenly song,<br>How weary seems the way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain every pictured phrase to tell<br>Our sorrowing heart's desire,--<br>The shattered harp, the broken shell,<br>The silent unstrung lyre;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For youth was round us while he sang;<br>It glowed in every tone;<br>With bridal chimes the echoes rang,<br>And made the past our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh blissful dream! Our nursery joys<br>We know must have an end,<br>But love and friendship's broken toys<br>May God's good angels mend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cheering smile, the voice of mirth<br>And laughter's gay surprise<br>That please the children born of earth.<br>Why deem that Heaven denies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks in that refulgent sphere<br>That knows not sun or moon,<br>An earth-born saint might long to hear<br>One verse of 'Bonny Doon';</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or walking through the streets of gold<br>In heaven's unclouded light,<br>His lips recall the song of old<br>And hum 'The sky is bright.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And can we smile when thou art dead?<br>Ah, brothers, even so!<br>The rose of summer will be red,<br>In spite of winter's snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wouldst not leave us all in gloom<br>Because thy song is still,<br>Nor blight the banquet-garland's bloom<br>With grief's untimely chill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sighing wintry winds complain,--<br>The singing bird has flown,--<br>Hark! heard I not that ringing strain,<br>That clear celestial tone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How poor these pallid phrases seem,<br>How weak this tinkling line,<br>As warbles through my waking dream<br>That angel voice of thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy requiem asks a sweeter lay;<br>It falters on my tongue;<br>For all we vainly strive to say,<br>Thou shouldst thyself have sung!</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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ONE memory trembles on our lips;
It throbs in every breast;
In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,
The shadow stands confessed.

O silent voice, that cheered so long
Our manhood's marching day,
Without thy breath of heavenly song,
How we..."></div>
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