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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother's Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was my little son<br>Who leapt and laughed on my knee:<br>Body we made with love,<br>Soul made with love by Thee.<br>This was the mystery<br>In which I worshipped Thy grace;<br>This was the sign to me -<br>The unveiling of Thy face . . .<br>This, that lies under Thy skies<br>Naked as on that day<br>When the floor of heaven gave way<br>And the glory of God shone through,<br>When the world was made new<br>And Thy word was made flesh for me . . .<br>He lies there, bare to Thy skies,<br>O Lord God, see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Body that was in mine<br>A secret, sacred spell,<br>Little hands I have kissed<br>Trampled by beasts in Hell . . .<br>Growing beauty and grace . . .<br>Oh, head that lay on my bosom . . .<br>Broken, battered, shattered . . .<br>Body that grew like a blossom!<br>All that was promised me<br>On my life's royal day.<br>Every promise broken -<br>Only a ghost, and clay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God, I kneel at Thy feet;<br>I lay my hands in Thine:<br>Thou gavest Thy Son for the world,<br>And shall I not give mine?<br>Only--O God, have pity!<br>All my defences are down:<br>God, I accept the Cross,<br>Let HIM have the Crown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By all that my love has borne,<br>By all that all mothers bear,<br>By the infinite patient anguish,<br>By the never-ceasing prayer,<br>By the thoughts that cut like a living knife,<br>By the tears that are never dry,<br>Take what he died to win You -<br>God, take Your victory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have watched on till the light burned low,<br>And watched the dawn awake;<br>We have lived hardly and hardly fared<br>For our sons' sake.<br>All that was good in Thy earth,<br>All that taught us of Heaven,<br>All that we had in the world<br>We have given.<br>We pray with empty hands<br>And hearts that are stiff with pain.<br>O God! O God! O God!<br>Let the sacrifice not be vain.<br>This is his blood, Lord, see!<br>His blood that was shed for Thee;<br>Thy banner is dyed in that red tide<br>Lord, take Thy victory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God! give Thine angels power<br>To fight as he fought,<br>To scatter the hosts of evil,<br>To bring their boastings to naught -<br>Gabriel with trumpet of battle . . .<br>Michael, who wields Thy sword . . .<br>Breathe Thou Thy spirit upon them,<br>Put forth Thy strength, O Lord.<br>See, Lord, this is his body,<br>Broken for Thee, for Thee . . .<br>My son, my little son,<br>Who leapt and laughed on my knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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Who leapt and laughed on my knee:
Body we made with love,
Soul made with love by Thee.
This was the mystery
In which I worshipped Thy grace;
This was the sign to me -
The unveiling of Thy face . . .
This, that lies under Thy..."></div>
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