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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Grey Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NO, let it stay. It speaks but truth:<br>My Autumn's day is dawning.<br>The dream is past; sweet dream of youth.<br>Hair, I accept thy warning.<br>With mournful thought, my spirit swells,<br>At the wild chime of memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why will we in the present time,<br>Of by-gone days be dreaming?<br>Say, why throughout the storm sublime,<br>Is lightning ever gleaming?<br>Ah! there is naught on earth that quells<br>The chiming of sad memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope, garlands fair of future bliss,<br>With Fancy's pearls is weaving;<br>Alas! we find in world like this,<br>That Hope too is deceiving,<br>As on the past, our full heart dwells,<br>At your sad chiming, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In youth all Earth was passing bright,<br>And life with joy was teeming —<br>But hidden in each flower was blight,<br>And happiness was seeming.<br>Yet charm me with your mystic spells —<br>With your sweet chiming, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why speak ye of the cruel wrong,<br>That I am ever grieving?<br>I would forget, forgive, be strong,<br>With faith in Christ, believing.<br>But oh! the strain triumphant knells —<br>Cease, cease your clashing, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avaunt, dark image of despair!<br>Why dost thou still go raving?<br>I would to Lethe's streams repair,<br>And drown thy taunts in laving.<br>Alas! can nothing still thy yells?<br>Cease, cease your clashing, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now mournful is the solemn strain,<br>And sadly I am weeping.<br>For those I love in battle slain,<br>Who all unknown are sleeping,<br>Like murmuring of ocean shells,<br>Swells your sad requiem, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now much loved voices in their glee<br>Their joyous shouts are sending;<br>And the sweet chorus, light and free,<br>Of many a song is blending,<br>Yet bitter tear-drops, sad fare-wells,<br>Melt in your chiming, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I would fain recall the past,<br>The bright celestial gleaming,<br>Which my first love around me cast,<br>Too sweet to be but dreaming.<br>Like flowing water, in lone dells,<br>Is your sweet chiming, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, silver hair, rest thee in peace,<br>I know that life is waning,<br>That soon will all my troubles cease,<br>And I, the goal attaining,<br>Will list the joy your music tells,<br>And love your chiming, memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Eliza+Perine+Tucker+Lambert">Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert</a><div class=q>
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My Autumn's day is dawning.
The dream is past; sweet dream of youth.
Hair, I accept thy warning.
With mournful thought, my spirit swells,
At the wild chime of memory bells.

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