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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Footsteps of Angels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the hours of Day are numbered,<br> And the voices of the Night<br>Wake the better soul, that slumbered,<br> To a holy, calm delight;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere the evening lamps are lighted,<br> And, like phantoms grim and tall,<br>Shadows from the fitful firelight<br> Dance upon the parlor wall;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the forms of the departed<br> Enter at the open door;<br>The beloved, the true-hearted,<br> Come to visit me once more;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He, the young and strong, who cherished<br> Noble longings for the strife,<br>By the roadside fell and perished,<br> Weary with the march of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They, the holy ones and weakly,<br> Who the cross of suffering bore,<br>Folded their pale hands so meekly,<br> Spake with us on earth no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with them the Being Beauteous,<br> Who unto my youth was given,<br>More than all things else to love me,<br> And is now a saint in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a slow and noiseless footstep<br> Comes that messenger divine,<br>Takes the vacant chair beside me,<br> Lays her gentle hand in mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she sits and gazes at me<br> With those deep and tender eyes,<br>Like the stars, so still and saint-like,<br> Looking downward from the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uttered not, yet comprehended,<br> Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,<br>Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,<br> Breathing from her lips of air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,<br> All my fears are laid aside,<br>If I but remember only<br> Such as these have lived and died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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 And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
 To a holy, calm delight;

Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
 And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
 Dance upon t..."></div>
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