<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Untitled 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing seems changed; here's the oaken chair, <br>That every night I knelt beside, <br>As I whispered to God the simple prayer <br>I learned from my mother when I was her pride. <br>The old familiar things of then, <br>Unchanged, are beautiful still to the now; <br>But I am transformed in heart, and when <br>Will guilt ever cease to shadow my brow?<br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Owen+Suffolk">Owen Suffolk</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=475881" data-title="Untitled 3 de Owen Suffolk" data-description="Nothing seems changed; here's the oaken chair, That every night I knelt beside, As I whispered to God the simple prayer I learned from my mother when I was her pride. The old familiar things of then, Unchanged, are beautiful still to the now;..."></div> </div> </div>

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