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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time’s Changes In A Household</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with pride<br>Parental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;<br>And every care that love upon its idols bright may shower<br>Was lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theirs was the father’s merry hour sharing their childish bliss,<br>The mother’s soft breathed benison and tender, nightly kiss;<br>While strangers who by chance might see their joyous graceful play,<br>To breathe some word of fondness kind would pause upon their way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But years rolled on, and in their course Time many changes brought,<br>And sorrow in that household gay his silent power wrought!<br>The sons had grown to gallant men of lofty heart and brow,<br>The fairy like and joyous girls were thoughtful women now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hour of changes had arrived, and slowly, one by one,<br>The playmates left the parent’s roof, their own career to run;<br>The eldest born, the mother’s choice, whose soft and holy smile<br>In childhood’s days had told of heart as angel’s free from guile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Formed in resolve, and scorning all earth’s pleasures and its fame,<br>Had offered up his life to God, a teacher of His name:<br>His spirit sighed not long on earth, he found a quiet grave<br>’Mid forests wild whose shades he’d sought the Red man’s soul to save. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far diff’rent was the stirring choice of his youthful brother gay,<br>His was the glitt’ring sword and flag, the drum, the war steed’s neigh;<br>And the proud spirit that had marked his childhood’s earliest hour<br>Distinguished still the warrior brave in manhood’s lofty power. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas for him, and visions vain of fame that lured him on,<br>An early grave in a distant land was the only goal he won!<br>His gaze bedimmed that yearned for home rested on alien skies,<br>And alien watchers wiped death’s damps, and closed his dying eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A third with buoyant heart, had sought far India’s burning soil,<br>Thinking to win wealth’s treasures by a few years’ eager toil,<br>But ere those years had sped their course, from earth’s cares he was free,—<br>He sleeps beneath the shadow of the date and mango tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the sisters who had brightened once the home now desolate—<br>Lived they to mourn each brother’s loss? was theirs a happier fate?<br>In childhood’s sports and youth’s high dreams they’d borne a happy part,<br>But severed they were doomed ere long in death to sleep apart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tall and dark-eyed girl whose laugh, so full of silvery glee,<br>Had ever told of spirit light, from care and shadow free,<br>Had early left her happy home, the bright and envied bride<br>Of a husband whose ancestral name betokened wealth and pride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas for her who in youth’s hour had basked in love’s sunshine,<br>That husband stern deserted her in cold neglect to pine;<br>The merry smile soon fled her lip, the sparkling light her eye,<br>In vain she sought a southern clime, she only went to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now of all the lovely band who’d joined in mirth of old,<br>There is, alas! but one sweet flower whose tale remains untold:<br>She was the joy, the pride of all, that gentle girl, and fair,—<br>With deep and dreamy azure eyes and shining golden hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">E’en her bold brothers, in their youth, were gentle when she played,<br>From reckless sports, from daring games their eager hands they stayed;<br>And when amid their thoughtless mirth harsh feelings might awake,<br>They ever yielded to her prayers, and rested for her sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! hers was far the brightest lot in life’s eventful race!<br>She passed from earth ere care had left upon her brow one trace—<br>She passed from earth with loving ones grouped round her dying bed,<br>And on a mother’s tender breast rested her throbbing head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas thus that each beloved one of that bright joyous band,<br>Save her, had found a lonely grave in a far distant land;<br>Yet murmurs ’gainst high heaven’s decrees as impious were as vain—<br>For in far happier regions will that household meet again!</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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