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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Voices Of The Night : 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 upo..."></div>
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