<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a vision in the dark<br>Ere the first lark from nest took flight;<br>She saw her own son from fierce strife<br>Win to new Life and new Delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clouds were tattered round his head<br>As sore bested he fought his foe,<br>Where in the conflict he was ta'en<br>And slain -- she did not see it so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw indeed his bitter case<br>In that sad place, parched, without shade,<br>And how her Christian Knight must fall<br>In Paynim thrall, should Heaven not aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now what light burns in the cloud?<br>What voices loud against his ear?<br>St. Andrew and St. Patrick ride<br>Close by his side; St. George is near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His banner floats upon the breeze,<br>Like a gold fleece it wraps him round --<br>So, cap-à-pie from head to knee,<br>His enemy he strikes to ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's won the day, he's won the day!<br>See the light play upon his brow!<br>Brave in his armour and upright<br>The Christian Knight is riding now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had that vision of her son<br>When by the moon asleep she lay --<br>And woke to singing birds and dew,<br>And knew that it was Easter Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</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=428740" data-title="The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916) de Katharine Tynan" data-description="She had a vision in the dark Ere the first lark from nest took flight; She saw her own son from fierce strife Win to new Life and new Delight. The clouds were tattered round his head As sore bested he fought his foe, Where in the conflict he was ..."></div> </div> </div>

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