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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fragment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When she is forward, querulous, or wild,<br> Thou knowest, Abba, how in each offence<br>I stint not patience lest I wrong the child,<br> Mistaking for revolt defect of sense—<br>For wilfulness mere sprightliness of mind;<br>Thou knowest how often, seeing, I am blind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> • • • • • • • •</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And how, when twice, for something grievous done,<br> I could but smite, and though I lightly smote,<br> I felt my heart rise strangling in my throat;<br> And when she wept I kissed the poor red hands.<br> All these things, Father, a father understands;<br>And am I not Thy son?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> • • • • • • • •</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou’st seen how closely, Abba, when at rest<br>My child’s head nestles to my breast;<br> And how my arm her little form enfolds,<br>Lest in the darkness she should feel alone;<br> And how she holds<br>My hands, my hands, my two hands in her own!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> • • • • • • • •</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> A little easeful sighing<br> And restful turning round,<br> And I, too, on Thy love relying,<br> Shall slumber sound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl&d=The+Garden+of+Years+and+Other+Poems">The Garden of Years and Other Poems</a></em></div>

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