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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lame Brother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My parents sleep both in one grave;<br>My only friend's a brother.<br>The dearest things upon the earth<br>We are to one another.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>A fine stout boy I knew him once,<br>With active form and limb;<br>Whene'er he leaped, or jumped, or ran,<br>O I was proud of him!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>He leaped too far, he got a hurt,<br>He now does limping go.-<br>When I think on his active days,<br>My heart is full of woe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>He leans on me, when we to school<br>Do every morning walk;<br>I cheer him on his weary way,<br>He loves to hear my talk:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The theme of which is mostly this,<br>What things he once could do.<br>He listens pleased-then sadly says,<br>'Sister, I lean on you.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Then I reply, 'Indeed you're not<br>Scarce any weight at all.-<br>And let us now still younger years<br>To memory recall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>'Led by your little elder hand,<br>I learned to walk alone;<br>Careful you used to be of me,<br>My little brother John.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>'How often, when my young feet tired,<br>You've carried me a mile!-<br>And still together we can sit,<br>And rest a little while.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>'For our kind master never minds,<br>If we're the very last;<br>He bids us never tire ourselves<br>With walking on too fast.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>

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