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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?<br> If there has, take him out, without making a noise.<br> Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite!<br> Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more?<br> He's tipsy,-- young jackanapes!-- show him the door!<br> "Gray temples at twenty?"-- Yes ! white if we please;<br> Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake!<br> Look close,-- you will see not a sign of a flake!<br> We want some new garlands for those we have shed,--<br> And these are white roses in place of the red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told,<br> Of talking (in public) as if we were old:--<br> That boy we call "Doctor," and this we call "Judge;"<br> It's a neat little fiction,-- of course it's all fudge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That fellow's the "Speaker,"-- the one on the right;<br> "Mr. Mayor," my young one, how are you to-night?<br> That's our "Member of Congress," we say when we chaff;<br> There's the "Reverend" What's his name?-- don't make me laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That boy with the grave mathematical look<br> Made believe he had written a wonderful book,<br> And the ROYAL SOCIETY thought it was true!<br> So they chose him right in; a good joke it was, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There's a boy, we pretend, with a three-decker brain,<br> That could harness a team with a logical chain;<br> When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire,<br> We called him "The Justice," but now he's "The Squire."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith,--<br> Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith;<br> But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,<br> Just read on his medal, "My country," "of thee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You hear that boy laughing?-- You think he's all fun;<br> But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done;<br> The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,<br> And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yes, we're boys, --always playing with tongue or with pen,--<br> And I sometimes have asked,-- Shall we ever be men?<br> Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay,<br> Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray!<br> The stars of its winter, the dews of its May!<br> And when we have done with our life-lasting toys,<br> Dear Father, take care of thy children, THE BOYS!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472541" data-title="The Boys de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite! Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night! We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are m..."></div> </div> </div>
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