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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Tune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIRTY-SIXTH VARIATION</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THIS shred of song you bid me bring<br>Is snatched from fancy's embers;<br>Ah, when the lips forget to sing,<br>The faithful heart remembers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too swift the wings of envious Time<br>To wait for dallying phrases,<br>Or woven strands of labored rhyme<br>To thread their cunning mazes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A word, a sigh, and lo, how plain<br>Its magic breath discloses<br>Our life's long vista through a lane<br>Of threescore summers' roses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One language years alone can teach<br>Its roots are young affections<br>That feel their way to simplest speech<br>Through silent recollections.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That tongue is ours. How few the words<br>We need to know a brother!<br>As simple are the notes of birds,<br>Yet well they know each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This freezing month of ice and snow<br>That brings our lives together<br>Lends to our year a living glow<br>That warms its wintry weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let us meet as eve draws nigh,<br>And life matures and mellows,<br>Till Nature whispers with a sigh,<br>'Good-night, my dear old fellows!'</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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THIS shred of song you bid me bring
Is snatched from fancy's embers;
Ah, when the lips forget to sing,
The faithful heart remembers!

Too swift the wings of envious Time
To wait for dallying phrases,
Or woven strands of la..."></div>
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