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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Untitled 4</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know, <br>And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go; <br>But I cannot come, dear mother; I am sadly altered now: <br>The once fair wreath of innocence that garlanded my brow <br>Has faded ne'er to bloom again; and from the things of yore- <br>The fair, the good, the beautiful - I'm severed ever-more. <br>My onward way must be a path of darkness and of pain, <br>But I must tread it all alone - I cannot come again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the changes that have come, I know that this will be, <br>Where all the changes have been sad, the saddest change to thee. <br>I know how much thou'lt weep, mother, for thy dear boy so lost, <br>And 'tis the sorrow thou must feel that makes me sorrow most.<br>I strove against this darker fate, I struggled, mother, long. <br>I starved and suffered months, mother, ere I was linked to wrong: <br>And even now good angels plead to win me - but in vain! <br>Once fallen is forever lost - I cannot come again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm severed from thee by my sin, but cannot say 'forget,' <br>Thy love is such a hollowed thing, I ask it even yet; <br>But let it be a memory that images all fair <br>The child that with uplifted hands in faith knelt by thy chair. <br>Think of me, mother, as I was, when joy lit up my brow <br>And my young heart was innocent, but not as I am now. <br>Pray for me. This I know thou'lt do; but seek me not, 'tis vain! <br>I'd throw a shadow on thy home - I cannot come again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say that in desert drear some greenness may be found, <br>Some oasis in contrast strange to all the waste around, <br>And even thus, within my heart, guilt darkened though it be, <br>There is a love all-beautiful, that lives and clings to thee. <br>I'm weeping very bitterly, I cannot help these tears, <br>They are the tribute memory pays to joys of fleeted years, <br>Goodbye! God bless thee, mother dear! I sorrow for thy pain. <br>Oh! If I were but innocent, I'd gladly come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Owen+Suffolk">Owen Suffolk</a><div class=q>
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And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go; 
But I cannot come, dear mother; I am sadly altered now: 
The once fair wreath of innocence that garlanded my brow 
Has faded ne'e..."></div>
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