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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And Doth Not a Meeting Like This</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And doth not a meeting like this make amends <br>For all the long years I've been wandering away -- <br>To see thus around me my youth's early friends, <br>As smiling and kind as in that happy day? <br>Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, <br>The snow -- fall of time may be stealing -- what then? <br>Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine, <br>We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart, <br>In gazing on those we've been lost to so long! <br>The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were part, <br>Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng. <br>As letters some hand hath invisibly traced, <br>When held to the flame, will steal out on the sight, <br>So many a feeling, that long seem'd effaced, <br>The warmth of a meeting like this brings to the light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus, as in memory's bark we shall glide, <br>To visit the scenes of your boyhood anew, <br>Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide, <br>The wreck of full many a hope shining through; <br>Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers, <br>That once made a garden of all the gay shore, <br>Deceived for a moment, we'll think them still ours, <br>And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, <br>Is all we can have of the few we hold dear; <br>And oft even joy is unheeded and lost, <br>For want of some heart, that could echo it, near. <br>Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone, <br>To meet in some world of more permanent bliss, <br>For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, hastening on, <br>Is all we enjoy of each other in this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, come, the more rare such delights to the heart, <br>The more we should welcome and bless them the more; <br>They're ours, when we meet -- they are lost when we part, <br>Like birds that bring Summer, and fly when 'tis o'er. <br>Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, <br>Let Sympathy pledge us, through pleasure, through pain, <br>That, fast as a feeling but touches one link, <br>Her magic shall send it direct through the chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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For all the long years I've been wandering away -- 
To see thus around me my youth's early friends, 
As smiling and kind as in that happy day? 
Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, 
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