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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come, ye little noisy Crew, <br>Not long your pastime to prevent; <br>I heard the blessing which to you <br>Our common Friend and Father sent. <br>I kissed his cheek before he died; <br>And when his breath was fled, <br>I raised, while kneeling by his side, <br>His hand:--it dropped like lead. <br>Your hands, dear Little-ones, do all <br>That can be done, will never fall <br>Like his till they are dead. <br>By night or day blow foul or fair, <br>Ne'er will the best of all your train <br>Play with the locks of his white hair, <br>Or stand between his knees again. <br>Here did he sit confined for hours; <br>But he could see the woods and plains, <br>Could hear the wind and mark the showers <br>Come streaming down the streaming panes. <br>Now stretched beneath his grass-green mound <br>He rests a prisoner of the ground. <br>He loved the breathing air, <br>He loved the sun, but if it rise <br>Or set, to him where now he lies, <br>Brings not a moment's care. <br>Alas! what idle words; but take <br>The Dirge which for our Master's sake <br>And yours, love prompted me to make. <br>The rhymes so homely in attire <br>With learned ears may ill agree, <br>But chanted by your Orphan Quire <br>Will make a touching melody. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">DIRGE </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone; <br>Thou Angler, by the silent flood; <br>And mourn when thou art all alone, <br>Thou Woodman, in the distant wood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy <br>Though blind, thy tunes in sadness hum; <br>And mourn, thou poor half-witted Boy! <br>Born deaf, and living deaf and dumb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou drooping sick Man, bless the Guide <br>Who checked or turned thy headstrong youth, <br>As he before had sanctified <br>Thy infancy with heavenly truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Striplings, light of heart and gay, <br>Bold settlers on some foreign shore, <br>Give, when your thoughts are turned this way, <br>A sigh to him whom we deplore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us who here in funeral strain <br>With one accord our voices raise, <br>Let sorrow overcharged with pain <br>Be lost in thankfulness and praise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when our hearts shall feel a sting <br>From ill we meet or good we miss, <br>May touches of his memory bring <br>Fond healing, like a mother's kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER </div><div style="margin:10px 0">LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat <br>But benefits, his gift, we trace-- <br>Expressed in every eye we meet <br>Round this dear Vale, his native place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To stately Hall and Cottage rude <br>Flowed from his life what still they hold, <br>Light pleasures, every day, renewed; <br>And blessings half a century old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh true of heart, of spirit gay, <br>Thy faults, where not already gone <br>From memory, prolong their stay <br>For charity's sweet sake alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such solace find we for our loss; <br>And what beyond this thought we crave <br>Comes in the promise from the Cross, <br>Shining upon thy happy grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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Not long your pastime to prevent; 
I heard the blessing which to you 
Our common Friend and Father sent. 
I kissed his cheek before he died; 
And when his breath was fled, 
I raised, while kneeling by his side, 
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