<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Skylark's Message</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET little upturned faces,<br> Poor little hands and feet,<br>Little eyes that are careworn and anxious<br> From hunger and want in the street,<br>Hear ye that skylark singing<br>5<br> Like an angel far away?<br>'Tis bringing to you a message<br> From the Golden Gates of day.<br>Ah, little know ye of the meadows,<br> Poor little blistered feet,<br>10<br>Down in the smoke of the city,<br> Down in the noise of the street!<br>But it sings of a better country,<br> Where tired little hearts can rest;<br>Of a sun that shines for ever,<br>15<br> And the love of a Father's breast.<br>O poor little weary spirits,<br> I would that ye knew its song,<br>For the world is very heartless,<br> And your journey may be long;<br>20<br>And ye need such heavenly music<br> To cheer you in the night,<br>Little hearts that are now so noble,<br> Little souls that are now so white.<br>I would that ye heard it always,<br>25<br> That sweet bird's voice within,<br>When the heart is sad and lonely<br> In the long, long struggle with sin;<br>Till a rest comes out of the sunset<br> For the labouring hands and feet,<br>30<br>And a silence has fallen for ever<br> On the noise and the dust of the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</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=393081" data-title="The Skylark's Message de Frederick George Scott" data-description="SWEET little upturned faces, Poor little hands and feet, Little eyes that are careworn and anxious From hunger and want in the street, Hear ye that skylark singing 5 Like an angel far away? 'Tis bringing to you a message From the Golden Gates ..."></div> </div> </div>

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