<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Homestead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis an old deserted homestead<br>On the outskirts of the town,<br>Where the roof is all moss-covered,<br>And the walls are tumbling down;<br>But around that little cottage<br>Do my brightest mem'ries cling,<br>For 'twas there I spent the moments<br>Of my youth,--life's happy spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember how I used to<br>Swing upon the old front gate,<br>While the robin in the tree tops<br>Sung a night song to his mate;<br>And how later in the evening,<br>As the beaux were wont to do,<br>Mr. Perkins, in the parlor,<br>Sat and sparked my sister Sue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There my mother--heaven bless her!--<br>Kissed or spanked as was our need,<br>And by smile or stroke implanted<br>In our hearts fair virtue's seed;<br>While my father, man of wisdom,<br>Lawyer keen, and farmer stout,<br>Argued long with neighbor Dobbins<br>How the corn crops would turn out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the quiltings and the dances--<br>How my feet were wont to fly,<br>While the moon peeped through the barn chinks<br>From her stately place on high.<br>Oh, those days, so sweet, so happy,<br>Ever backward o'er me roll;<br>Still the music of that farm life<br>Rings an echo in my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the old place is deserted,<br>And the walls are falling down;<br>All who made the home life cheerful,<br>Now have died or moved to town.<br>But about that dear old cottage<br>Shall my mem'ries ever cling,<br>For 'twas there I spent the moments<br>Of my, youth,--life's happy spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</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=477879" data-title="The Old Homestead de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="'Tis an old deserted homestead On the outskirts of the town, Where the roof is all moss-covered, And the walls are tumbling down; But around that little cottage Do my brightest mem'ries cling, For 'twas there I spent the moments Of my youth,--life..."></div> </div> </div>

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