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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Scribe's Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls,<br>And in the twilight weary droops my head;<br>While to my quiet heart a still voice calls,<br>Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead:<br>Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be mine,<br>Write to Thy praise one radiant, ringing line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all of worth that in this clay abides,<br>The leaping rapture and the ardent flame,<br>The hope, the high resolve, the faith that guides:<br>All, all is Thine, and liveth in Thy name:<br>Lord, have I dallied with the sacred fire!<br>Lord, have I trailed Thy glory in the mire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en as a toper from the dram-shop reeling,<br>Sees in his garret's blackness, dazzling fair,<br>All that he might have been, and, heart-sick, kneeling,<br>Sobs in the passion of a vast despair:<br>So my ideal self haunts me alway --<br>When the accounting comes, how shall I pay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in the dark I grope, nor understand;<br>And in my heart fight selfishness and sin:<br>Yet, Lord, I do not seek Thy helping hand;<br>Rather let me my own salvation win:<br>Let me through strife and penitential pain<br>Onward and upward to the heights attain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, let me live my life, its meaning seek;<br>Bear myself fitly in the ringing fight;<br>Strive to be strong that I may aid the weak;<br>Dare to be true -- O God! the Light, the Light!<br>Cometh the Dark so soon. I've mocked Thy Word;<br>Yet do I know Thy Love: have mercy, Lord. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  FINIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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While to my quiet heart a still voice calls,
Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead:
Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be mine,
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