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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Feast Of The Assumption</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>The sun is set; the day is dead:<br>Thy Feast has fled;<br>My eyes are wet with tears unshed;<br>I bow my head;<br>Where the star-fringed shadows softly sway<br>I bend my knee,<br>And, like a homesick child, I pray,<br>Mary, to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>And, all the day -- since white-robed priest<br>In farthest East,<br>In dawn's first ray -- began the Feast,<br>I -- I the least --<br>Thy least, and last, and lowest child,<br>I called on thee!<br>Virgin! didst hear? my words were wild;<br>Didst think of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>Alas! and no! The angels bright,<br>With wings as white<br>As a dream of snow in love and light,<br>Flashed on thy sight;<br>They shone like stars around thee, Queen!<br>I knelt afar --<br>A shadow only dims the scene<br>Where shines a star!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>And all day long, beyond the sky,<br>Sweet, pure, and high,<br>The angel's song swept sounding by<br>Triumphantly;<br>And when such music filled thy ear,<br>Rose round thy throne,<br>How could I hope that thou wouldst hear<br>My far, faint moan?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>And all day long, where altars stand,<br>Or poor or grand,<br>A countless throng from every land,<br>With lifted hand,<br>Winged hymns to thee from sorrow's vale<br>In glad acclaim;<br>How couldst thou hear my lone lips wail<br>Thy sweet, pure name?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>Alas! and no! Thou didst not hear<br>Nor bend thy ear,<br>To prayer of woe as mine so drear;<br>For hearts more dear<br>Hid me from hearing and from sight<br>This bright Feast-day;<br>Wilt hear me, Mother, if in its night<br>I kneel and pray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>The sun is set, the day is dead;<br>Thy Feast hath fled;<br>My eyes are wet with the tears I shed;<br>I bow my head;<br>Angels and altars hailed thee, Queen,<br>All day; ah! be<br>To-night what thou hast ever been --<br>A mother to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>Thy queenly crown in angels' sight<br>Is fair and bright;<br>Ah! lay it down; for, oh! to-night<br>Its jeweled light<br>Shines not as the tender love-light shines,<br>O Mary! mild,<br>In the mother's eyes, whose pure heart pines<br>For poor, lost child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>Sceptre in hand, thou dost hold sway<br>Fore'er and aye<br>In angel-land; but, fair Queen! pray<br>Lay it away.<br>Let thy sceptre wave in the realms above<br>Where angels are;<br>But, Mother! fold in thine arms of love<br>Thy child afar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>Mary, I call! Wilt hear the prayer<br>My poor lips dare?<br>Yea! be to all a Queen most fair,<br>Crown, sceptre, bear!<br>But look on me with a mother's eyes<br>From heaven's bliss;<br>And waft to me from the starry skies<br>A mother's kiss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark! Dark! Dark!<br>The sun is set; the day is dead;<br>Her Feast has fled;<br>Can she forget the sweet blood shed,<br>The last words said<br>That evening -- 'Woman! behold thy Son!<br>Oh! priceless right,<br>Of all His children! The last, least one,<br>Is heard to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abram+Joseph+Ryan">Abram Joseph Ryan</a><div class=q>
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The sun is set; the day is dead:
Thy Feast has fled;
My eyes are wet with tears unshed;
I bow my head;
Where the star-fringed shadows softly sway
I bend my knee,
And, like a homesick child, I pray,
Mary, to thee.

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