<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prayer-Seeker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the aisle where prayer was made,<br>A woman, all in black arrayed,<br>Close-veiled, between the kneeling host,<br>With gliding motion of a ghost,<br>Passed to the desk, and laid thereon<br>A scroll which bore these words alone,<br>_Pray for me_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back from the place of worshipping<br>She glided like a guilty thing<br>The rustle of her draperies, stirred<br>By hurrying feet, alone was heard;<br>While, full of awe, the preacher read,<br>As out into the dark she sped:<br>'_Pray for me_!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the night from whence she came,<br>To unimagined grief or shame!<br>Across the threshold of that door<br>None knew the burden that she bore;<br>Alone she left the written scroll,<br>The legend of a troubled soul,--<br>_Pray for me_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glide on, poor ghost of woe or sin!<br>Thou leav'st a common need within;<br>Each bears, like thee, some nameless weight,<br>Some misery inarticulate,<br>Some secret sin, some shrouded dread,<br>Some household sorrow all unsaid.<br>_Pray for us_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass on! The type of all thou art,<br>Sad witness to the common heart!<br>With face in veil and seal on lip,<br>In mute and strange companionship,<br>Like thee we wander to and fro,<br>Dumbly imploring as we go<br>_Pray for us_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, who shall pray, since he who pleads<br>Our want perchance hath greater needs?<br>Yet they who make their loss the gain<br>Of others shall not ask in vain,<br>And Heaven bends low to hear the prayer<br>Of love from lips of self-despair<br>_Pray for us_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain remorse and fear and hate<br>Beat with bruised bands against a fate<br>Whose walls of iron only move<br>And open to the touch of love.<br>He only feels his burdens fall<br>Who, taught by suffering, pities all.<br>_Pray for us_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He prayeth best who leaves unguessed<br>The mystery of another's breast.<br>Why cheeks grow pale, why eyes o'erflow,<br>Or heads are white, thou need'st not know.<br>Enough to note by many a sign<br>That every heart hath needs like thine.<br>_Pray for us_!</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> <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=420767" data-title="The Prayer-Seeker de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Along the aisle where prayer was made, A woman, all in black arrayed, Close-veiled, between the kneeling host, With gliding motion of a ghost, Passed to the desk, and laid thereon A scroll which bore these words alone, _Pray for me_! Back from th..."></div> </div> </div>

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