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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Child’s Treasures</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art home at last, my darling one,<br>Flushed and tired with thy play,<br>From morning dawn until setting sun<br>Hast thou been at sport away;<br>And thy steps are weary—hot thy brow,<br>Yet thine eyes with joy are bright,—<br>Ah! I read the riddle, show me now<br>The treasures thou graspest tight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pretty pebble, a tiny shell,<br>A feather by wild bird cast,<br>Gay flowers gathered in forest dell,<br>Already withering fast,<br>Four speckled eggs in a soft brown nest,<br>Thy last and thy greatest prize,<br>Such the things that fill with joy thy breast,<br>With laughing light thine eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! my child, what right have I to smile<br>And whisper, too dearly bought,<br>By wand’ring many a weary mile—<br>Dust, heat, and toilsome thought?<br>For we, the children of riper years,<br>Task aching heart and brain,<br>Waste yearning hopes and anxious fears<br>On baubles just as vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For empty title, ribbon or star,<br>For worshipped and much-sought gold,<br>How men will struggle at home—afar—<br>And suffer toils untold;<br>Plodding their narrow and earth-bound way<br>Amid restless care and strife,<br>Wasting not merely a fleeting day,<br>But the precious years of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, fair child, with to-morrow’s dawn<br>Wilt rise up calm and glad,<br>To cull wild flowers ’mid wood and lawn,<br>Untroubled by memory sad;<br>But, alas! the worldly-wise of earth,<br>When life’s last bonds are riven,<br>Will find that for things of meanest worth<br>They’ve lost both Life and Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Flushed and tired with thy play,
From morning dawn until setting sun
Hast thou been at sport away;
And thy steps are weary—hot thy brow,
Yet thine eyes with joy are bright,—
Ah! I read the riddle, show me..."></div>
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