<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Gloomy Northern Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS gloomy northern day,<br>Or this yet gloomier night,<br>Has moved a something high<br>In my cold heart; and I,<br>That do not often pray,<br>Would pray to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And first on Thee I call<br>For bread, O God of might!<br>Enough of bread for all, -<br>That through the famished town<br>Cold hunger may lie down<br>With none to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pray for hope no less,<br>Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord,<br>That to the struggling young<br>May preach with brazen tongue<br>Stout Labour, high success,<br>And bright reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And last, O Lord, I pray<br>For hearts resigned and bold<br>To trudge the dusty way -<br>Hearts stored with song and joke<br>And warmer than a cloak<br>Against the cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If nothing else he had,<br>He who has this, has all.<br>This comforts under pain;<br>This, through the stinging rain,<br>Keeps ragamuffin glad<br>Behind the wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This makes the sanded inn<br>A palace for a Prince,<br>And this, when griefs begin<br>And cruel fate annoys,<br>Can bring to mind the joys<br>Of ages since.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</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=507758" data-title="This Gloomy Northern Day de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, That do not often pray, Would pray to-night. And first on Thee I call For bread, O God of might! Enough of bread for all, - That through the..."></div> </div> </div>

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