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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Other One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Gather around me, children dear;<br>The wind is high and the night is cold;<br>Closer, little ones, snuggle near;<br>Let's seek a story of ages old;<br>A magic tale of a bygone day,<br>Of lovely ladies and dragons dread;<br>Come, for you're all so tired of play,<br>We'll read till it's time to go to bed.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they all are glad, and they nestle in,<br>And squat on the rough old nursery rug,<br>And they nudge and hush as I begin,<br>And the fire leaps up and all's so snug;<br>And there I sit in the big arm-chair,<br>And how they are eager and sweet and wise,<br>And they cup their chins in their hands and stare<br>At the heart of the flame with thoughtful eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, as I read by the ruddy glow<br>And the little ones sit entranced and still . . .<br>He's drawing near, ah! I know, I know<br>He's listening too, as he always will.<br>He's there -- he's standing beside my knee;<br>I see him so well, my wee, wee son. . . .<br>Oh, children dear, don't look at me --<br>I'm reading now for -- the Other One.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the firelight glints in his golden hair,<br>And his wondering eyes are fixed on my face,<br>And he rests on the arm of my easy-chair,<br>And the book's a blur and I lose my place:<br>And I touch my lips to his shining head,<br>And my voice breaks down and -- the story's done. . . .<br>Oh, children, kiss me and go to bed:<br>Leave me to think of the Other One.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the One who will never grow up at all,<br>Who will always be just a child at play,<br>Tender and trusting and sweet and small,<br>Who will never leave me and go away;<br>Who will never hurt me and give me pain;<br>Who will comfort me when I'm all alone;<br>A heart of love that's without a stain,<br>Always and always my own, my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet a thought shines out from the dark of pain,<br>And it gives me hope to be reconciled:<br>That each of us must be born again,<br>And live and die as a little child;<br>So that with souls all shining white,<br>White as snow and without one sin,<br>We may come to the Gates of Eternal Light,<br>Where only children may enter in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, gentle mothers, don't ever grieve<br>Because you have lost, but kiss the rod;<br>From the depths of your woe be glad, believe<br>You've given an angel unto God.<br>Rejoice! You've a child whose youth endures,<br>Who comes to you when the day is done,<br>Wistful for love, oh, yours, just yours,<br>Dearest of all, the Other One.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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The wind is high and the night is cold;
Closer, little ones, snuggle near;
Let's seek a story of ages old;
A magic tale of a bygone day,
Of lovely ladies and dragons dread;
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