<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Laugh -- And A Moan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brook that down the valley<br>So musically drips,<br>Flowed never half so brightly<br>As the light laugh from her lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face was like the lily,<br>Her heart was like the rose,<br>Her eyes were like a heaven<br>Where the sunlight always glows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She trod the earth so lightly<br>Her feet touched not a thorn;<br>Her words wore all the brightness<br>Of a young life's happy morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along her laughter rippled<br>The melody of joy;<br>She drank from every chalice,<br>And tasted no alloy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her life was all a laughter,<br>Her days were all a smile,<br>Her heart was pure and happy,<br>She knew not gloom nor guile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rested on the bosom<br>Of her mother, like a flower<br>That blooms far in a valley<br>Where no storm-clouds ever lower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And -- 'Merry, merry, merry!'<br>Rang the bells of every hour,<br>And -- 'Happy, happy, happy!'<br>In her valley laughed the flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was not a sign of shadow,<br>There was not a tear nor thorn,<br>And the sweet voice of her laughter<br>Filled with melody the morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years passed -- 'twas long, long after,<br>And I saw a face at prayer;<br>There was not a sign of laughter,<br>There was every sign of care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the sunshine all had faded<br>From the valley and the flower,<br>And the once fair face was shaded<br>In life's lonely evening hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the lips that smiled with laughter<br>In the valley of the morn,<br>In the valley of the evening<br>They were pale and sorrow-worn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I read the old, old lesson<br>In her face and in her tears,<br>While she sighed amid the shadows<br>Of the sunset of her years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the rippling streams of laughter<br>From our hearts and lips that flow,<br>Shall be frozen, cold years after,<br>Into icicles of woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abram+Joseph+Ryan">Abram Joseph Ryan</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=542720" data-title="A Laugh -- And A Moan de Abram Joseph Ryan" data-description="The brook that down the valley So musically drips, Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips. Her face was like the lily, Her heart was like the rose, Her eyes were like a heaven Where the sunlight always glows. She trod the..."></div> </div> </div>

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