<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn For The Fair At Chicago</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O GOD! in danger's darkest hour,<br>In battle's deadliest field,<br>Thy name has been our Nation's tower,<br>Thy truth her help and shield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our lips should fill the air with praise,<br>Nor pay the debt we owe,<br>So high above the songs we raise<br>The floods of mercy flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Thou wilt hear the prayer we speak,<br>The song of praise we sing,--<br>Thy children, who thine altar seek<br>Their grateful gifts to bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine altar is the sufferer's bed,<br>The home of woe and pain,<br>The soldier's turfy pillow, red<br>With battle's crimson rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No smoke of burning stains the air,<br>No incense-clouds arise;<br>Thy peaceful servants, Lord, prepare<br>A bloodless sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! for our wounded brothers' need,<br>We bear the wine and oil;<br>For us they faint, for us they bleed,<br>For them our gracious toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Father, bless the gifts we bring!<br>Cause Thou thy face to shine,<br>Till every nation owns her King,<br>And all the earth is thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</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=472446" data-title="Hymn For The Fair At Chicago de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="O GOD! in danger's darkest hour, In battle's deadliest field, Thy name has been our Nation's tower, Thy truth her help and shield. Our lips should fill the air with praise, Nor pay the debt we owe, So high above the songs we raise The floods of m..."></div> </div> </div>

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