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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written A Year After The Events</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! how am I chang'd! Where be the tears,<br>The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath,<br>And all the dull desertions of the heart,<br>With which I hung o'er my dead mother's corse?<br>Where be the blest subsidings of the storm<br>Within, the sweet resignedness of hope<br>Drawn heavenward, and strength of filial love,<br>In which I bow'd me to my father's will?<br>My God, and my Redeemer! keep not thou<br>My soul in brute and sensual thanklessness<br>Seal'd up; oblivious ever of that dear grace,<br>And health restor'd to my long-loved friend,<br>Long-lov'd, and worthy known. Thou didst not leave<br>Her soul in death! O leave not now, my Lord,<br>Thy servants in far worse, in spiritual death!<br>And darkness blacker than those feared shadows<br>Of the valley all must tread. Lend us thy balms,<br>Thou dear Physician of the sin-sick soul,<br>And heal our cleansed bosoms of the wounds<br>With which the world has pierc'd us thro' and thro'.<br>Give us new flesh, new birth. Elect of heav'n<br>May we become; in thine election sure<br>Contain'd, and to one purpose stedfast drawn,<br>Our soul's salvation!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou, and I, dear friend,<br>With filial recognition sweet, shall know<br>One day the face of our dear mother in heaven;<br>And her remember'd looks of love shall greet<br>With looks of answering love; her placid smiles<br>Meet with a smile as placid, and her hand<br>With drops of fondness wet, nor fear repulse.<br>Be witness for me, Lord, I do not ask<br>Those days of vanity to return again<br>(Nor fitting me to ask, nor thee to give).<br>Vain loves and wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid,<br>Child of the dust as I am, who so long<br>My captive heart steep'd in idolatry<br>And creature-loves. Forgive me, O my Maker!<br>If in a mood of grief I sin almost<br>In sometimes brooding on the days long past,<br>And from the grave of time wishing them back,<br>Days of a mother's fondness to her child,<br>Her little one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O where be now those sports,<br>And infant play-games? where the joyous troops<br>Of children, and the haunts I did so love?<br>O my companions, O ye loved names<br>Of friend or playmate dear; gone are ye now;<br>Gone diverse ways; to honour and credit some,<br>And some, I fear, to ignominy and shame!<br>I only am left, with unavailing grief<br>To mourn one parent dead, and see one live<br>Of all life's joys bereft and desolate:<br>Am left with a few friends, and one, above<br>The rest, found faithful in a length of years,<br>Contented as I may, to bear me on<br>To the not unpeaceful evening of a day<br>Made black by morning storms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September 1797</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath,
And all the dull desertions of the heart,
With which I hung o'er my dead mother's corse?
Where be the blest subsidings of the storm
Within, the sweet resig..."></div>
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