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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nightingale To The Workman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair summer is here, glad summer is here!<br>O hark! 'tis to you I am singing:<br>The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue,<br>The birds in the forest are trilling for you,<br>The flies 'mid the grasses are winging;<br>The little brook babbles--its secret is sweet.<br>The loveliest flowers would circle your feet,--<br>And you to your work ever clinging!...<br>Come forth! Nature loves you. Come forth! Do not fear!<br>Fair summer is here, glad summer is here,<br>Full measure of happiness bringing.<br>All creatures drink deep; and they pour wine anew<br>In the old cup of life, and they wonder at you.<br>Your portion is waiting since summer began;<br>Then take it, oh, take it, you laboring man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis summer today; ay, summer today!<br>The butterflies light on the flowers.<br>Delightfully glistens the silvery rain,<br>The mountains are covered with greenness again,<br>And perfumed and cool are the bowers.<br>The sheep frisk about in the flowery vale,<br>The shepherd and shepherdess pause in the dale,<br>And these are the holiest hours!...<br>Delay not, delay not, life passes away!<br>'Tis summer today, sweet summer today!<br>Come, throttle your wheel's grinding power!...<br>Your worktime is bitter and endless in length;<br>And have you not foolishly lavished your strength?<br>O think not the world is with bitterness rife,<br>But drink of the wine from the goblet of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, summer is here, sweet summer is here!<br>I cannot forever be trilling;<br>I flee on the morrow. Then, you, have a care!<br>The crow, from the perch I am leaving, the air<br>With ominous cries will be filling.<br>O, while I am singing to you from my tree<br>Of love, and of life, and of joy yet to be,<br>Arouse you!--O why so unwilling!...<br>The heavens remain not so blue and so clear;--<br>Now summer is here! Come, summer is here!<br>Reach out for the joys that are thrilling!<br>For like you who fade at your wheel, day by day,<br>Soon all things will fade and be carried away.<br>Our lives are but moments; and sometimes the cost<br>Of a moment o'erlooked is eternity lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morris+Rosenfeld">Morris Rosenfeld</a><div class=q>
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O hark! 'tis to you I am singing:
The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue,
The birds in the forest are trilling for you,
The flies 'mid the grasses are winging;
The little brook babbles--its secret is swee..."></div>
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