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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voices Of The Death Chamber</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night lamp is faintly gleaming<br>Within my chamber still,<br>And the heavy shades of midnight<br>Each gloomy angle fill,<br>And my worn and weary watchers<br>Scarce dare to move or weep,<br>For they think that I am buried<br>In deep and quiet sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, hush! what are those voices<br>Heard on the midnight air,<br>Of strange celestial sweetness,<br>Breathing of love and prayer?<br>Nearer they grow and clearer,<br>I hear now what they say—<br>To the Kingdom of God’s glory,<br>They’re calling me away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See my gentle mother softly<br>To me approaches now,<br>What is the change she readeth<br>Upon my pale damp brow?<br>She clasps her hands in anguish<br>Whose depth no words might say?<br>Has she, too, heard the voices<br>That are calling me away? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The father fond of my children,<br>First sole love of my youth,<br>The loving, the gentle hearted,<br>And full of manly truth,<br>Is kneeling now beside me,<br>Beseeching me to stay—<br>Oh! ’tis agony to tell him<br>They’re calling me away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If earthly love could conquer<br>The mighty power of Death,<br>His love would stay the current<br>Of failing strength and breath!<br>That voice whose tender fondness<br>So long has been my stay<br>Should tempt me from the voices<br>That are calling me away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! they bring my children to me,<br>That loved and lovely band,<br>And with wistful awe-struck faces,<br>Around my couch they stand,<br>And I strain each gentle darling<br>To me with wailing cry,<br>As I for the first time murmur:<br>“My God! ’tis hard to die!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O hark! Those strains of Heaven,<br>Sound louder in mine ear,<br>Whisp’ring: “Thy God, Thy Father,<br>Will guard those children dear.”<br>Louder they grow, now drowning<br>All sounds of mortal birth,<br>And in wild triumphant sweetness<br>Bear me aloft from earth!</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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Within my chamber still,
And the heavy shades of midnight
Each gloomy angle fill,
And my worn and weary watchers
Scarce dare to move or weep,
For they think that I am buried
In deep and quiet sleep. 

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