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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Prayer For My Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BID a strong ghost stand at the head<br>That my Michael may sleep sound,<br>Nor cry, nor turn in the bed<br>Till his morning meal come round;<br>And may departing twilight keep<br>All dread afar till morning's back.<br>That his mother may not lack<br>Her fill of sleep.<br>Bid the ghost have sword in fist:<br>Some there are, for I avow<br>Such devilish things exist,<br>Who have planned his murder, for they know<br>Of some most haughty deed or thought<br>That waits upon his future days,<br>And would through hatred of the bays<br>Bring that to nought.<br>Though You can fashion everything<br>From nothing every day, and teach<br>The morning stats to sing,<br>You have lacked articulate speech<br>To tell Your simplest want, and known,<br>Wailing upon a woman's knee,<br>All of that worst ignominy<br>Of flesh and bone;<br>And when through all the town there ran<br>The servants of Your enemy,<br>A woman and a man,<br>Unless the Holy Writings lie,<br>Hurried through the smooth and rough<br>And through the fertile and waste,<br>protecting, till the danger past,<br>With human love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep
All dread afar till morning's back.
That his mother may not lack
Her fill of sleep..."></div>
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