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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Domestic Scene</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas early day - and sunlight stream'd <br>Soft through a quiet room,<br>That hush'd, but not forsaken, seem'd -<br>Still, but with nought but gloom;<br>For there, secure in happy age,<br>Whose hope is from above,<br>A father communed with the page<br>Of Heaven's recorded love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pure fell the beam, and meekly bright<br>On his gray holy hair,<br>And touch'd the book with tenderest light<br>As if its shrine were there;<br>But oh! that patriarch's aspect shone<br>With something lovelier far -<br>A radiance all the spirits own,<br>Caught not from the sun or star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some word of life e'en then had met<br>His calm benignant eye;<br>Some ancient promise breathing yet<br>Of immortality;<br>Some heart's deep language where the glow<br>Of quenchless faith survives;<br>For every feature said 'I know <br>That my Redeemer lives.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And silent stood his children by,<br>Hushing their very breath<br>Before this solemn sanctity<br>Of thoughts o'ersweeping death;<br>Silent - yet did not each young breast,<br>With love and rev'rence melt?<br>Oh! blest be those fair girls - and blest<br>That home where God is felt!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Soft through a quiet room,
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Whose hope is from above,
A father communed with the page
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