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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To James Freeman Clarke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I BRING the simplest pledge of love,<br>Friend of my earlier days;<br>Mine is the hand without the glove,<br>The heart-beat, not the phrase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How few still breathe this mortal air<br>We called by school-boy names!<br>You still, whatever robe you wear,<br>To me are always James.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That name the kind apostle bore<br>Who shames the sullen creeds,<br>Not trusting less, but loving more,<br>And showing faith by deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What blending thoughts our memories share!<br>What visions yours and mine<br>Of May-days in whose morning air<br>The dews were golden wine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of vistas bright with opening day,<br>Whose all-awakening sun<br>Showed in life's landscape, far away,<br>The summits to be won!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heights are gained. Ah, say not so<br>For him who smiles at time,<br>Leaves his tired comrades down below,<br>And only lives to climb!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His labors,--will they ever cease,--<br>With hand and tongue and pen?<br>Shall wearied Nature ask release<br>At threescore years and ten?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our strength the clustered seasons tax,--<br>For him new life they mean;<br>Like rods around the lictor's axe<br>They keep him bright and keen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wise, the brave, the strong, we know,--<br>We mark them here or there,<br>But he,--we roll our eyes, and lo!<br>We find him everywhere!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With truth's bold cohorts, or alone,<br>He strides through error's field;<br>His lance is ever manhood's own,<br>His breast is woman's shield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Count not his years while earth has need<br>Of souls that Heaven inflames<br>With sacred zeal to save, to lead,--<br>Long live our dear Saint James!</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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Friend of my earlier days;
Mine is the hand without the glove,
The heart-beat, not the phrase.

How few still breathe this mortal air
We called by school-boy names!
You still, whatever robe you wear,
To me are ..."></div>
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