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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dying Queen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I would meet death awake."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strength that bore her on for years<br>Was ebbing fast away,<br>And o'er the pale and lifep;worn face,<br>Death's solemn shadows lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With tender love and gentle care,<br>Friends gathered round her bed,<br>And for her sake each footfall hushed<br>The echoes of its tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They knew the restlessness of death<br>Through every nerve did creep,<br>And carefully they tried to lull<br>The dying Queen to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain she felt Death's icy hand<br>Her failing heart-strings shake;<br>And, rousing up, she firmly said,<br>"I'd meet my God awake."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awake, I've met the battle's shock,<br>And born the cares of state;<br>Nor shall I take your lethean cup,<br>And slumber at death's gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I not watch with eyes alert,<br>The path where foes did tend;<br>And shall I veil my eyes with sleep,<br>To meet my God and friend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, rather from my weary lids,<br>This heavy slumber shake,<br>That I may pass the mystic vale,<br>And meet my God awake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</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=391836" data-title="The Dying Queen de Frances Ellen Watkins Harper" data-description=""I would meet death awake." The strength that bore her on for years Was ebbing fast away, And o'er the pale and lifep;worn face, Death's solemn shadows lay. With tender love and gentle care, Friends gathered round her bed, And for he..."></div> </div> </div>
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