<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father, I wait thy word. The sun doth stand<br>Beneath the mingling line of night and day,<br>A listening servant, waiting thy command<br>To roll rejoicing on its silent way;<br>The tongue of time abides the appointed hour,<br>Till on our ear its silent warnings fall;<br>The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,<br>Then every drop speeds onward at thy call;<br>The bird reposes on the yielding bough,<br>With breast unswollen by the tide of song;<br>So does my spirit wait thy presence now<br>To pour thy praise in quickening life along,<br>Chiding with voice divine man’s lengthened sleep,<br>While round the Unuttered Word and Love their vigils keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jones+Very">Jones Very</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=426495" data-title="The Son de Jones Very" data-description="Father, I wait thy word. The sun doth stand Beneath the mingling line of night and day, A listening servant, waiting thy command To roll rejoicing on its silent way; The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, Till on our ear its silent warnings..."></div> </div> </div>

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