<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All's Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watchman, watchman, what of the night,<br>What of the night to tell?<br>The heavens are dark, and never a light<br>But the far-off flicker of Hell.<br>But the steed is in the stall,<br>Unsleeping;<br>And the warder on the wall,<br>Watch-keeping;<br>And the granary is stored,<br>And ready gun and sword.<br>In the name of the Lord,<br>All's Well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Watchman, watchman, what of the night,<br>What of the night to tell?<br>The wind blows fierce, and the foam flies white,<br>And the waters moan and swell.<br>But the foes to haven keep,<br>Safe hiding;<br>And our ships are on the deep,<br>Sure riding;<br>And the gallant hearts on board<br>Keep ceaseless watch and ward.<br>In the name of the Lord,<br>All's Well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Watchman, watchman, what of the night,<br>What of the night to tell?<br>There are widows weeping, and babes affright,<br>And a ceaseless burial bell.<br>But the hand that holds the gun<br>Still shakes not;<br>And the line drops one by one,<br>Yet breaks not.<br>Of the blood so nobly poured<br>There shall surely be reward.<br>In the name of the Lord,<br>All's Well</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Bourdillon">Francis William Bourdillon</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=392064" data-title="All's Well de Francis William Bourdillon" data-description="Watchman, watchman, what of the night, What of the night to tell? The heavens are dark, and never a light But the far-off flicker of Hell. But the steed is in the stall, Unsleeping; And the warder on the wall, Watch-keeping; And the granary is sto..."></div> </div> </div>

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