<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paul preaching at Athens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greece! hear that joyful sound,<br> A stranger's voice upon thy sacred hill;<br> Whose tones shall bid the slumbering nations round,<br> Wake with convulsive thrill.<br> Athenians! gather there; he brings you words<br> Brighter than all your boasted lore affords.<br> <br> He brings you news of One,<br> Above Olympian Jove. One, in whose light<br> Your gods shall fade like stars before the sun.<br> On your bewildered night,<br> That UNKNOWN GOD of whom ye darkly dream,<br> In all his burning radiance shall beam.<br> <br> Behold, he bids you rise<br> From your dark worship of that idol shrine;<br> He points to Him who reared your starry skies,<br> And bade your Phoebus shine.<br> Lift up your souls, from where in dust ye bow;<br> That God of gods commands your homage now.<br> <br> But brighter tidings still!<br> He tells of One whose precious blood was spilt,<br> In lavish streams upon Judea's hill,<br> A ransom for your guilt, --<br> Who triumphed o'er the grave, and broke its chain;<br> Who conquered Death and Hell, and rose again.<br> <br> Sages of Greece! come near --<br> Spirits of daring thought and giant mould.<br> Ye questioners of Time and Nature, hear<br> Mysteries before untold!<br> Immortal life revealed! light for which ye<br> Have tasked in vain your proud philosophy.<br> <br> Searchers for some first cause,<br> 'Midst doubt and darkness -- lo! he points to One,<br> Where all your vaunted reason, lost, must pause,<br> And faint to think upon, --<br> That was from everlasting, that shall be<br> To everlasting still, eternally.<br> <br> Ye followers of him<br> Who deemed his soul a spark of Deity!<br> Your fancies fade, -- your master's dreams grow dim<br> To this reality.<br> Stoic! unbend that brow, drink in that sound!<br> Skeptic! dispel those doubts, the Truth is found.<br> <br> Greece! though thy sculptured walls<br> Have with thy triumphs and thy glories rung,<br> And, through thy temples and thy pillared halls,<br> Immortal poets sung, --<br> No sounds like these have rent your startled air,<br> They open realms of light, and bid you enter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115140" data-title="Paul preaching at Athens de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Greece! hear that joyful sound,/ A stranger's voice upon thy sacred hill;/ Whose tones shall bid the slumbering nations round,/ Wake with convulsive thrill./ Athenians! gather there; he brings you words/ Brighter than all your boasted lore affor..."></div> </div> </div>

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