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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Companions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How comes it that, at even-tide,<br> When level beams should show most truth,<br>Man, failing, takes unfailing pride<br> In memories of his frolic youth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Venus and Liber fill their hour;<br> The games engage, the law-courts prove;<br>Till hardened life breeds love of power<br> Or Avarice, Age's final love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet at the end, these comfort not--<br> Nor any triumph Fate decrees--<br>Compared with glorious, unforgot--<br> Ten innocent enormities</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of frontless days before the beard,<br> When, instant on the casual jest,<br>The God Himself of Mirth appeared<br> And snatched us to His heaving breast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we--not caring who He was<br> But certain He would come again--<br>Accepted all He brought to pass<br> As Gods accept the lives of men...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then He withdrew from sight and speech,<br> Nor left a shrine. How comes it now,<br>While Charon's keel grates on the beach,<br> He calls so clear: &quot;Rememberest thou?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Man, failing, takes unfailing pride
 In memories of his frolic youth?

Venus and Liber fill their hour;
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