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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evening Prayer at a Girl's School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HUSH! 'tis a holy hour-the quiet room<br> Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds<br>A faint and starry radiance, through the gloom<br> And the sweet stillness, down on fair young heads,<br>With all their clustering locks, untouch'd by care,<br>And bow'd, as flowers are bow'd with night, in prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gaze on-'tis lovely!-Childhood's lip and cheek,<br> Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought-<br>Gaze-yet what seest thou in those fair, and meek,<br> And fragile things, as but for sunshine wrought?-<br>Thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky,<br>What death must fashion for eternity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! joyous creatures! that will sink to rest,<br> Lightly, when those pure orisons are done,<br>As birds, with slumber's honey-dew opprest,<br> 'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun-<br>Life up your hearts! though yet no sorrow lies<br>Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though fresh within your breasts the untroubled springs<br> Of hope make melody where'er ye tread,<br>And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings<br> Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread;<br>Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low,<br>Is woman's tenderness-how soon her woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lot is on you-silent tears to weep,<br> And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour,<br>And sumless riches, from affection's deep,<br> To pour on broken reeds-a wasted shower!<br>And to make idols, and to find them clay,<br>And to bewail that worship-therefore pray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lot is on you-to be found untired,<br> Watching the stars out by the bed of pain,<br>With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired,<br> And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain;<br>Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay,<br>And oh! to love through all things-therefore pray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And take the thought of this calm vesper time,<br> With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light,<br>On through the dark days fading from their prime,<br> As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight!<br>Earth will forsake-O! happy to have given<br>The unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven.</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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 Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds
A faint and starry radiance, through the gloom
 And the sweet stillness, down on fair young heads,
With all their clustering locks, untouch'd by care,
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