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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Awake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calm as that moonbeam on the wall,<br>Sleep broods on baby's eyes;<br>Arms, hush'd and still, but pulsing quick,<br>Enfold him as he lies;<br>My brain is full of thronging thoughts,<br>Strange passions thrill my breast,<br>My heart aches with a load of love<br>That will not let me rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dim years stand about my bed,<br>They neither smile nor weep;<br>Like softest kisses, on my face<br>The little fingers creep.<br>I hear slow footfalls, in the night<br>Of fates upon his track,—<br>O love, I cannot let you go!<br>I cannot keep you back!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, let him shelter in my arms,<br>Or take us both to Thine;<br>Or, if a troublous life must come,<br>Make all the trouble mine:<br>Or let thy sharp swords pierce my heart<br>To blunt them for the child,—<br>What care I, Lord, for stain and shame,<br>So he keep undefiled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, Lord, I know not what I ask—<br>I know not how to pray:<br>Hear Thou the crying mother-soul,<br>And not the words I say.<br>Do Thou what seemeth good to Thee,<br>So he be spared from sin;<br>And, oh! if love can aught avail,<br>Let mine be counted in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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Sleep broods on baby's eyes;
Arms, hush'd and still, but pulsing quick,
Enfold him as he lies;
My brain is full of thronging thoughts,
Strange passions thrill my breast,
My heart aches with a load of love
That wi..."></div>
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