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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hour Of Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Child, amidst the flowers at play,<br>While the red light fades away;<br>Mother, with thine earnest eye,<br>Ever following silently;<br>Father, by the breeze of eve,<br>Call'd thy harvest-work to leave -<br>Pray: ere yet the dark hours be,<br>Lift the heart, and bend the knee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Traveller, in the stranger's land,<br>Far from thine own household band;<br>Mourner, haunted by the tone<br>Of a voice from this world gone;<br>Captive, in whose narrow cell<br>Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;<br>Sailor, on the dark'ning sea-<br>Lift the heart, and bend the knee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warrior, that from battle won,<br>Breathest now at set of sun;<br>Woman, o'er the lowly slain, <br>Weeping on his burial plain:<br>Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,<br>Kindred by one holy tie,<br>Heaven's first star alike ye see-<br>Lift the heart, and bend the knee!</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=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a></strong></div>

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