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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Familist's Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! to Thy suffering poor<br>Strength and grace and faith impart,<br>And with Thy own love restore<br>Comfort to the broken heart!<br>Oh, the failing ones confirm<br>With a holier strength of zeal!<br>Give Thou not the feeble worm<br>Helpless to the spoiler's heel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! for Thy holy sake<br>We are spoiled and hunted thus;<br>Joyful, for Thy truth we take<br>Bonds and burthens unto us<br>Poor, and weak, and robbed of all,<br>Weary with our daily task,<br>That Thy truth may never fall<br>Through our weakness, Lord, we ask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round our fired and wasted homes<br>Flits the forest-bird unscared,<br>And at noon the wild beast comes<br>Where our frugal meal was shared;<br>For the song of praises there<br>Shrieks the crow the livelong day;<br>For the sound of evening prayer<br>Howls the evil beast of prey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet the songs we loved to sing<br>Underneath Thy holy sky;<br>Words and tones that used to bring<br>Tears of joy in every eye;<br>Dear the wrestling hours of prayer,<br>When we gathered knee to knee,<br>Blameless youth and hoary hair,<br>Bowed, O God, alone to Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Thine early children, Lord,<br>Shared their wealth and daily bread,<br>Even so, with one accord,<br>We, in love, each other fed.<br>Not with us the miser's hoard,<br>Not with us his grasping hand;<br>Equal round a common board,<br>Drew our meek and brother band!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Safe our quiet Eden lay<br>When the war-whoop stirred the land<br>And the Indian turned away<br>From our home his bloody hand.<br>Well that forest-ranger saw,<br>That the burthen and the curse<br>Of the white man's cruel law<br>Rested also upon us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Torn apart, and driven forth<br>To our toiling hard and long,<br>Father! from the dust of earth<br>Lift we still our grateful song!<br>Grateful, that in bonds we share<br>In Thy love which maketh free;<br>Joyful, that the wrongs we bear,<br>Draw us nearer, Lord, to Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grateful! that where'er we toil,-<br>By Wachuset's wooded side,<br>On Nantucket's sea-worn isle,<br>Or by wild Neponset's tide,-<br>Still, in spirit, we are near,<br>And our evening hymns, which rise<br>Separate and discordant here,<br>Meet and mingle in the skies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the scoffer scorn and mock,<br>Let the proud and evil priest<br>Rob the needy of his flock,<br>For his wine-cup and his feast,-<br>Redden not Thy bolts in store<br>Through the blackness of Thy skies?<br>For the sighing of the poor<br>Wilt Thou not, at length, arise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worn and wasted, oh! how long<br>Shall thy trodden poor complain?<br>In Thy name they bear the wrong,<br>In Thy cause the bonds of pain!<br>Melt oppression's heart of steel,<br>Let the haughty priesthood see,<br>And their blinded followers feel,<br>That in us they mock at Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Thy time, O Lord of hosts,<br>Stretch abroad that hand to save<br>Which of old, on Egypt's coasts,<br>Smote apart the Red Sea's wave<br>Lead us from this evil land,<br>From the spoiler set us free,<br>And once more our gathered band,<br>Heart to heart, shall worship Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Strength and grace and faith impart,
And with Thy own love restore
Comfort to the broken heart!
Oh, the failing ones confirm
With a holier strength of zeal!
Give Thou not the feeble worm
Helpless to the spoiler's heel..."></div>
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