<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart <br>For those who darkened be, <br>Lift up thy holy voice, at morn and eve, <br>And pray for me,— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For me, who for this thronging world’s hot strife <br>A prize hath brought to be <br>Among the known—but sweet too dearly earned; <br>Ah, pray for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not aye the scholar’s path a track of peace, <br>Nor from the dread sins free; <br>Hard by the Isles of Truth doth Circe prowl; <br>Oh, pray for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spirits’ hell-gloom and its hurricane <br>Round studious cells may be; <br>Thou patient Moon of Memory’s dreary sky, <br>Oh, pray for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When through thy well-known window, oped beneath <br>The uneasy, whispering tree, <br>Burn stars we children two have tried to count, <br>Then pray for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At hour of rest, and when the moon makes pleased <br>The melancholy sea, <br>And noon’s surcease of happy household toil, <br>Yes, pray for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some solace for this wrung and rifted heart, <br>That, wheresoe’er thou be, <br>Thou wilt, God’s holiest gift, thou woman pure, <br>Yet pray for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Daniel+Henry+Deniehy">Daniel Henry Deniehy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360351" data-title="To His Wife de Daniel Henry Deniehy" data-description="O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart For those who darkened be, Lift up thy holy voice, at morn and eve, And pray for me,— For me, who for this thronging world’s hot strife A prize hath brought to be Among the known—but sweet to..."></div> </div> </div>

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