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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wish Of To-Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I ask not now for gold to gild<br>With mocking shine a weary frame;<br>The yearning of the mind is stilled,<br>I ask not now for Fame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A rose-cloud, dimly seen above,<br>Melting in heaven's blue depths away;<br>Oh, sweet, fond dream of human Love<br>For thee I may not pray.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, bowed in lowliness of mind,<br>I make my humble wishes known;<br>I only ask a will resigned,<br>O Father, to Thine own!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To-day, beneath Thy chastening eye<br>I crave alone for peace and rest,<br>Submissive in Thy hand to lie,<br>And feel that it is best.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A marvel seems the Universe,<br>A miracle our Life and Death;<br>A mystery which I cannot pierce,<br>Around, above, beneath.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In vain I task my aching brain,<br>In vain the sage's thought I scan,<br>I only feel how weak and vain,<br>How poor and blind, is man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And now my spirit sighs for home,<br>And longs for light whereby to see,<br>And, like a weary child, would come,<br>O Father, unto Thee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though oft, like letters traced on sand,<br>My weak resolves have passed away,<br>In mercy lend Thy helping hand<br>Unto my prayer to-day!</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=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a></strong></div>

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