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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To H. W. Longfellow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEFORE HIS DEPARTURE FOR EUROPE, MAY 27, 1868</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breeze<br>To waft his songs before him o'er the seas,<br>Will find them wheresoe'er his wanderings reach<br>Borne on the spreading tide of English speech<br>Twin with the rhythmic waves that kiss the farthest beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shall the singing bird a stranger be<br>That finds a nest for him in every tree?<br>How shall he travel who can never go<br>Where his own voice the echoes do not know,<br>Where his own garden flowers no longer learn to grow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! gentlest soul! how gracious, how benign<br>Breathes through our troubled life that voice of thine,<br>Filled with a sweetness born of happier spheres,<br>That wins and warms, that kindles, softens, cheers,<br>That calms the wildest woe and stays the bitterest tears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive the simple words that sound like praise;<br>The mist before me dims my gilded phrase;<br>Our speech at best is half alive and cold,<br>And save that tenderer moments make us bold<br>Our whitening lips would close, their truest truth untold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We who behold our autumn sun below<br>The Scorpion's sign, against the Archer's bow,<br>Know well what parting means of friend from friend;<br>After the snows no freshening dews descend,<br>And what the frost has marred, the sunshine will not mend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we all count the months, the weeks, the days,<br>That keep thee from us in unwonted ways,<br>Grudging to alien hearths our widowed time;<br>And one has shaped a breath in artless rhyme<br>That sighs, 'We track thee still through each remotest clime.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wishes, longings, blessings, prayers shall be<br>The more than golden freight that floats with thee!<br>And know, whatever welcome thou shalt find,--<br>Thou who hast won the hearts of half mankind,--<br>The proudest, fondest love thou leavest still behind!</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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OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breeze
To waft his songs before him o'er the seas,
Will find them wheresoe'er his wanderings reach
Borne on the spreading tide of English speech
Twin with the rhyt..."></div>
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