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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Though Humble the Banquet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, <br>Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command; <br>Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, <br>And Love serve the feast with his own willing hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though Fortune may seem to have turn'd from the dwelling <br>Of him thou regardest her favouring ray, <br>Thou wilt find there a gift, all her treasures excelling, <br>Which, proudly he feels, hath ennobled his way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis that freedom of mind, which no vulgar dominion <br>Can turn from the path a pure conscience approves, <br>Which, with hope in the heart, and no chain on the pinion, <br>Holds upwards its course to the light which it loves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis this makes the pride of his humble retreat, <br>And with this, though of all other treasures bereaved, <br>The breeze of his garden to him is more sweet <br>Than the costliest incense that Pomp e'er received. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, come, if a board so untempting hath power <br>To win thee from grandeur, its best shall be thine; <br>And there's one, long the light of the bard's happy bower, <br>Who, smiling will blend her bright welcome with mine.</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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Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command; 
Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee, 
And Love serve the feast with his own willing hand. 

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