<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost in the Flood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN God drave the ruthless waters<br>From our cornfields to the sea,<br>Came she where our wives and daughters<br>Sobbed their thanks on bended knee.<br>Hidden faces! there ye found her<br>Mute as death, and staring wild<br>At the shadow waxing round her<br>Like the presence of her child—<br>Of her drenched and drowning child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark thoughts live when tears won’t gather;<br>Who can tell us what she felt?<br>It was human, O my Father,<br>If she blamed Thee while she knelt!<br>Ever, as a benediction<br>Fell like balm on all and each,<br>Rose a young face whose affliction<br>Choked and stayed the founts of speech—<br>Stayed and shut the founts of speech!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often doth she sit and ponder<br>Over gleams of happy hair!<br>How her white hands used to wander,<br>Like a flood of moonlight there!<br>Lord—our Lord! Thou know’st her weakness:<br>Give her faith that she may pray;<br>And the subtle strength of meekness,<br>Lest she falter by the way—<br>Falter, fainting, by the way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Darling!” saith she, wildly moaning<br>Where the grass-grown silence lies,<br>“Is there rest from sobs and groaning—<br>Rest with you beyond the skies?<br>Child of mine, so far above me!<br>Late it waxeth—dark and late;<br>Will the love with which I love thee,<br>Lift me where you sit and wait—<br>Darling! where you sit and wait?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</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=408349" data-title="Lost in the Flood de Henry Kendall" data-description="WHEN God drave the ruthless waters From our cornfields to the sea, Came she where our wives and daughters Sobbed their thanks on bended knee. Hidden faces! there ye found her Mute as death, and staring wild At the shadow waxing round her Like the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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