<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dark Hours: The Drunkard's Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,<br>Of woe, denied the soft relief<br>Of tears, to soothe the burning smart<br>That throbs and festers in my heart.<br>Oft has this grief my soul o'erspread,<br>Like funeral pall above the dead.<br>Ah, me! beneath the coffin-lid<br>Of murdered hopes for ever hid,<br>My promised joys of love and trust<br>With them lie mouldering in the dust.<br>Ah! not in sentimental strain<br>Of love-sick maid and sighing swain<br>I sing, who, crossed in hapless love,<br>The tender anguish deeply prove-<br>Nor that fierce grief when loss of fame,<br>Of wealth, of power, the baffled aim<br>Of worldly schemes, sends to the heart<br>Keen disappointment's venom'd dart.<br>Is such thy grief? you ask.-Ah, no!<br>A darker, deeper, deadlier woe<br>Is mine. Within its poisonous folds<br>My writhing heart a serpent holds;<br>I vainly struggle in the toils,<br>More closely wind the crushing coils.<br>No hand but His, to whom is given<br>All power in earth, all power in heaven,<br>The hideous reptile can unwind,<br>My crushed and broken heart upbind.<br>Lord, speak with power, I Thee implore,<br>As when, by lone Gennesaret's shore,<br>As God, Thou gave the high command,<br>That legion fiends might not withstand.<br>Oh, speak the words of power again,<br>All power, all words but Thine are vain;<br>This demoniac, fiercely driven,<br>Assaulting man, defying heaven,<br>'Twere joy ineffable, complete,<br>To see him sitting at Thy feet,<br>Renewed in heart, in mind restored,<br>Oh, speak the word; oh, save him, Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Janet+Hamilton">Janet Hamilton</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=549655" data-title="Dark Hours: The Drunkard's Mother de Janet Hamilton" data-description="Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief, Of woe, denied the soft relief Of tears, to soothe the burning smart That throbs and festers in my heart. Oft has this grief my soul o'erspread, Like funeral pall above the dead. Ah, me! beneath the coffin-..."></div> </div> </div>

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