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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet And The Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LONGFELLOW.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WITH a glory of winter sunshine<br>Over his locks of gray,<br>In the old historic mansion<br>He sat on his last birthday;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With his books and his pleasant pictures,<br>And his household and his kin,<br>While a sound as of myriads singing<br>From far and near stole in.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It came from his own fair city,<br>From the prairie's boundless plain,<br>From the Golden Gate of sunset,<br>And the cedarn woods of Maine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And his heart grew warm within him,<br>And his moistening eyes grew dim,<br>For he knew that his country's children<br>Were singing the songs of him,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lays of his life's glad morning,<br>The psalms of his evening time,<br>Whose echoes shall float forever<br>On the winds of every clime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All their beautiful consolations,<br>Sent forth like birds of cheer,<br>Came flocking back to his windows,<br>And sang in the Poet's ear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grateful, but solemn and tender,<br>The music rose and fell<br>With a joy akin to sadness<br>And a greeting like farewell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With a sense of awe he listened<br>To the voices sweet and young;<br>The last of earth and the first of heaven<br>Seemed in the songs they sung.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And waiting a little longer<br>For the wonderful change to come,<br>He heard the Summoning Angel,<br>Who calls God's children home!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And to him in a holier welcome<br>Was the mystical meaning given<br>Of the words of the blessed Master<br>'Of such is the kingdom of heaven!'</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=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a></strong></div>

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