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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Four Wishes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Father!” a youthful hero said, bending his lofty brow<br>“On the world wide I must go forth—then bless me, bless me, now!<br>And, ere I shall return oh say, what goal must I have won—<br>What is the aim, the prize, that most thou wishest for thy son?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proudly the father gazed upon his bearing brave and high,<br>The dauntless spirit flashing forth from his dark brilliant eye:<br>“My son, thou art the eldest hope of a proud honored name,<br>Then, let thy guiding star through life—thy chief pursuit—be fame!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“’Tis well! thou’st chosen, father, well—it is a glorious part!”<br>And the youth’s glance told the wish chimed well with that brave ardent heart.<br>“Now, brother, thou’lt have none to share thy sports till I return,—<br>Say, what shall be the glitt’ring prize that I afar must earn?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The world,” said the laughing boy, “on heroes poor looks cold,<br>If thou art wise as well as brave, return with store of gold.”<br>“Perchance thou’rt right!” and now he turned to his sister young and fair,<br>Braiding with skill a glossy tress of his own raven hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“’Tis now thy turn, sweet sister mine, breathe thy heart’s wish to me,<br>If I’ve the power, ’twill be fulfilled, ere I return to thee.”<br>The maiden blushed and whispring low, “I prize not wealth or pride,<br>But, brother, to thy future home bring back a gentle bride.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The merry smile her words had raised fled, as with falt’ring voice,<br>He asked of her, the best beloved, “Mother, what is thy choice?”<br>“My son! my son!” she softly said, “hear my wish ere we part—<br>Return as now thou goest forth, with true and guileless heart!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years sped on with rapid flight, and to his home once more<br>The soldier came: he walked not with the buoyant step of yore;<br>The eagle eye was sunken, dim, the curls of glossy hair<br>Fell careless round an aching brow, once free from shade of care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His soiled and shattered crest he laid low at his father’s feet,<br>And sadly said, “’Tis all I have—is it an off’ring meet?<br>In battle’s front I madly fought, till dead on dead were heaped,<br>Want, weariness and pain I’ve borne, and yet no fame I’ve reaped. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Brother, thou told’st me to return with treasures like a king;<br>This hacked and dinted sword and shield is all the wealth I bring.<br>Sister, I wooed a lady bright with eyes like thine, and hair,—<br>I woke from wild and dazzling dreams to find her false as fair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Now, mother, unto thee I turn! say, say, wilt though repine<br>If I tell thee that those cherished hopes have all proved vain but thine?<br>Though folly may have swayed awhile this heart since last we met—<br>Still, mother, at thy feet, I swear, ’tis true and stainless yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“No aim has ever ruled it that thou might’st not calmly see—<br>Nor hope nor thought, dear mother, that I’d shrink to bare to thee!”<br>“Bless thee, mine own one, for those words! thrice dearer art thou now<br>Than if thine hands were filled with gems, and laurels twined thy brow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And dearer is thy still fond smile, tho’ dimmed its brightness be,<br>Than that of fairest bride to glad our home with witching glee!”<br>With all a mother’s yearning love, she strained him to her heart,<br>And in that fond embrace he felt her’s was “the better part.”</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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