<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Old Man's Thought Of School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AN old man's thought of School;<br> An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself<br> cannot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now only do I know you!<br> O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And these I see--these sparkling eyes,<br> These stores of mystic meaning--these young lives,<br> Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships--immortal ships!<br> Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,<br> On the Soul's voyage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Only a lot of boys and girls? 10<br> Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?<br> Only a Public School?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah more--infinitely more;<br> (As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, &quot;Is it this pile of brick and<br> mortar--these dead floors, windows, rails--you call the church?<br> Why this is not the church at all--the Church is living, ever living<br> Souls.&quot;)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And you, America,<br> Cast you the real reckoning for your present?<br> The lights and shadows of your future--good or evil?<br> To girlhood, boyhood look--the Teacher and the School.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535079" data-title="On Old Man's Thought Of School de Walt Whitman" data-description="AN old man's thought of School; An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you! O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass! And these I see--these sparkling eyes, These stores o..."></div> </div> </div>

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