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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trafalgar Square</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These verses have I pilfered like a bee <br>Out of a letter from my C. C. C. <br>In London, showing what befell him there, <br>With other things, of interest to me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One page described a night in open air <br>He spent last summer in Trafalgar Square, <br>With men and women who by want are driven <br>Thither for lodging, when the nights are fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No roof there is between their heads and heaven, <br>No warmth but what by ragged clothes is given, <br>No comfort but the company of those <br>Who with despair, like them, have vainly striven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On benches there uneasily they doze, <br>Snatching brief morsels of a poor repose, <br>And if through weariness they might sleep sound, <br>Their eyes must open almost ere they close. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With even tramp upon the paven ground, <br>Twice every hour the night patrol comes round <br>To clear these wretches off, who may not keep <br>The miserable couches they have found. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the stern shepherds of the poor black sheep <br>Will soften when they see a woman weep. <br>There was a mother there who strove in vain, <br>With sobs, to hush a starving child to sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the night which took so long to wane, <br>He saw sad sufferers relieving pain, <br>And daughters of iniquity and scorn <br>Performing deeds which God will not disdain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a girl, forlorn of the forlorn, <br>Whose dress was white, but draggled, soiled, and torn, <br>Who wandered like a ghost without a home, <br>She spoke to him before the day was born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, who all night, when spoken to, was dumb, <br>Earning dislike from most, abuse from some, <br>Now asked the hour, and when he told her `Two,' <br>Wailed, `O my God, will daylight never come?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, it will come, and change the sky anew <br>From star-besprinkled black to sunlit blue, <br>And bring sweet thoughts and innocent desires <br>To countless girls. What will it bring to you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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Out of a letter from my C. C. C. 
In London, showing what befell him there, 
With other things, of interest to me 

One page described a night in open air 
He spent last summer in Trafalgar Square, 
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