<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night <br>But in my heart I sing that little song: <br>The angels hear it as, a pitying throng, <br>They touch my burning lids with fingers bright <br>As moonbeams, pale, impalpable, and light: <br>And when my daily pious tasks are done, <br>And all my patient prayers said one by one, <br>God hears it. Seems it sinful in His sight <br>That round my slow burnt-offering of quenched will <br>One quivering human sigh creeps wind-like still? <br>That when my orisons celestial fail <br>Rises one note of natural human wail? <br>Dear lord, spouse, hero, martyr, saint! erelong, <br>I trust, God will forgive my singing that poor song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A YEAR ago I bade my little son <br>Bear upon pilgrimage a heavy load <br>Of alms; he cried, half-fainting on the road, <br>'Mother, O mother, would the day were done!' <br>Him I reproved with tears, and said, 'Go on! <br>Nor pause nor murmur till thy task be o'er.'-- <br>Would not God say to me the same, and more? <br>I will not sing that song. Thou, dearest one, <br>Husband--no, brother!--stretch thy steadfast hand <br>And let mine grasp it. Now, I also stand, <br>My woman weakness nerved to strength like thine; <br>We'll quaff life's aloe-cup as if 't were wine <br>Each to the other; journeying on apart, <br>Till at heaven's golden doors we two leap heart to heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</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=368569" data-title="Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="I. I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night But in my heart I sing that little song: The angels hear it as, a pitying throng, They touch my burning lids with fingers bright As moonbeams, pale, impalpable, and light: And when my daily pious task..."></div> </div> </div>

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