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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Penitent's Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father's house once more,<br>In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,<br>Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,<br>Broods, never marked before!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it the brooding night?<br>Is it the shivery creeping on the air,<br>That makes the home, so tranquil and so fair,<br>O'erwhelming to my sight?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All solemnised it seems,<br>And still'd, and darkness in each time-worn hue,<br>Since the rich clustering roses met my view,<br>As now, by starry gleams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this high elm, where last<br>I stood and linger'd - where my sisters made<br>Our mother's bower, - I deem'd not that it cast<br>So far and dark a shade!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How spirit-like a tone<br>Sighs through yon tree! my father's place was there<br>At evening hours, while soft winds waved his hair!<br>Now those gray locks are gone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul grows faint with fear!<br>E'en as if angel-steps had mark'd the sod,<br>I tremble where I move,-the voice of God<br>Is in the foliage here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it indeed the night<br>That makes my home so awful! faithless hearted,<br>'Tis that from thine own bosom hath departed <br>The in-born gladdening light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No outward thing is changed;<br>Only the joy of purity is fled,<br>And, long from nature's melodious estranged,<br>Thou hear'st their tones with dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, the calm abode<br>By the dark spirit is o'erhung with shade,-<br>And therefore, in the leaves, the voice of God<br>Makes thy sick heart afraid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night-flowers round that door,<br>Still breathe pure fragrance on th' untainted air,<br>Thou, thou alone, art worthy now no more<br>To pass and rest thee there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And must I turn away?<br>Hark, hark! it is my mother's voice I hear,<br>Sadder than once it seem'd, yet soft and clear -<br>Doth she not seem to pray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name!-I caught the sound!<br>Oh! blessed tone of love - the deep, the mild,-<br>Mother, my mother! now receive thy child;<br>Take back the lost and found.</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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In its own moonlight beauty! yet around,
Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,
Broods, never marked before!

Is it the brooding night?
Is it the shivery creeping on the air,
That makes the home, so tranquil and so ..."></div>
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