<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Fore-Elders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from the child, that still is led<br>By hand, a father's hand is gone, ---<br>Or when a few-year'd mother dead<br>Has left her children growing on, ---<br>When men have left their children staid,<br>And they again have boy and maid, ---<br>O, can they know, as years may roll,<br>Their children's children, soul by soul?<br>If this with souls in heaven can be,<br>Do my fore-elders know of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My elders' elders, man and wife,<br>Were borne full early to the tomb,<br>With children still in childhood life<br>To play with butterfly or bloom.<br>And did they see the seasons mould<br>Their faces on, from young to old,<br>As years might bring them, turn by turn,<br>A time to laugh or time to mourn?<br>If this with souls in heaven can be,<br>Do my fore-elders know of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fain I now would walk the floor<br>Within their mossy porch's bow,<br>Or linger by their church's door,<br>Or road that bore them to and fro,<br>Or nook where once they build their mow,<br>Or gateway open to their plough<br>(Though now indeed no gate is swung<br>That their live hands had ever hung ), ---<br>If I could know that they would see<br>Their child's late child, and know of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Barnes">William Barnes</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=536769" data-title="My Fore-Elders de William Barnes" data-description="When from the child, that still is led By hand, a father's hand is gone, --- Or when a few-year'd mother dead Has left her children growing on, --- When men have left their children staid, And they again have boy and maid, --- O, can they know, as..."></div> </div> </div>

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