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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Husband And Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world had chafed his spirit proud<br>By its wearing, crushing strife,<br>The censure of the thoughtless crowd<br>Had touched a blameless life;<br>Like the dove of old, from the water’s foam,<br>He wearily turned to the ark of home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hopes he had cherished with joyous heart,<br>Had toiled for many a day,<br>With body and spirit, and patient art,<br>Like mists had melted away;<br>And o’er day-dreams vanished, o’er fond hopes flown,<br>He sat him down to mourn alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, not alone, for soft fingers rest<br>On his hot and aching brow,<br>Back the damp hair is tenderly pressed<br>While a sweet voice whispers low:<br>“Thy joys have I shared, O my husband true,<br>And shall I not share thy sorrows too?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain task to resist the loving gaze<br>That so fondly meets his own,<br>Revealing a heart that cares for praise<br>From him and him alone;<br>And though censure and grief upon him pall,<br>Unto to her, at least, he is all in all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though false friends should turn aside,<br>Or chill with icy look;<br>What though he meet the pitying pride,<br>The proud heart ill can brook;<br>There are depths of love in one gentle heart,<br>Whose faith with death alone will part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye! well may thy brow relax its gloom,<br>For a talisman hast thou<br>’Gainst hopes that are blighted in their bloom,<br>’Gainst scornful look or brow—<br>Her heart is a high and a holy throne<br>Where monarch supreme thou reignest alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindly return her tender gaze,<br>Press closely that little hand,<br>Whisper fond words and soothing praise—<br>They are ever at thy command;<br>It is all the harvest she asks to reap<br>In return for love as the ocean deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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By its wearing, crushing strife,
The censure of the thoughtless crowd
Had touched a blameless life;
Like the dove of old, from the water’s foam,
He wearily turned to the ark of home. 

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