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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Deus Misereatur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">PLEASANT the ways whereon our feet were led,<br>Sweet the young hills, the valleys of content, <br>But now the hours of dew and dream have fled.<br>Lord, we are spent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We did not heed Thy warning in the skies, <br>We have not heard Thy voice nor known Thy fold;<br>But now the world is darkening to our eyes. <br>Lord, we grow old. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now the sweet stream turns bitter with our tears,<br>Now dies the star we followed in the west,<br>Now are we sad and ill at ease with years.<br>Lord, we would rest. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lo, our proud lamps are emptied of their light,<br>Weary our hands to toil, our feet to roam;<br>Our day is past and swiftly falls Thy night. <br>Lord, lead us home.</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=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a></strong></div>

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