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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Return Of Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime,<br>For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;<br>Thou musest, with wet eyes, upon the time<br>Of cheerful hopes that filled the world with light,--<br>Years when thy heart was bold, thy hand was strong,<br>And quick the thought that moved thy tongue to speak,<br>And willing faith was thine, and scorn of wrong<br>Summoned the sudden crimson to thy cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou lookest forward on the coming days,<br>Shuddering to feel their shadow o'er thee creep;<br>A path, thick-set with changes and decays,<br>Slopes downward to the place of common sleep;<br>And they who walked with thee in life's first stage,<br>Leave one by one thy side, and, waiting near,<br>Thou seest the sad companions of thy age--<br>Dull love of rest, and weariness and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet grieve thou not, nor think thy youth is gone,<br>Nor deem that glorious season e'er could die.<br>Thy pleasant youth, a little while withdrawn,<br>Waits on the horizon of a brighter sky;<br>Waits, like the morn, that folds her wing and hides,<br>Till the slow stars bring back her dawning hour;<br>Waits, like the vanished spring, that slumbering bides<br>Her own sweet time to waken bud and flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There shall he welcome thee, when thou shalt stand<br>On his bright morning hills, with smiles more sweet<br>Than when at first he took thee by the hand,<br>Through the fair earth to lead thy tender feet.<br>He shall bring back, but brighter, broader still,<br>Life's early glory to thine eyes again,<br>Shall clothe thy spirit with new strength, and fill<br>Thy leaping heart with warmer love than then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou not glimpses, in the twilight here,<br>Of mountains where immortal morn prevails?<br>Comes there not, through the silence, to thine ear<br>A gentle rustling of the morning gales;<br>A murmur, wafted from that glorious shore,<br>Of streams that water banks for ever fair,<br>And voices of the loved ones gone before,<br>More musical in that celestial air?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;
Thou musest, with wet eyes, upon the time
Of cheerful hopes that filled the world with light,--
Years when thy heart was bold, thy hand was strong,
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