<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Qui Laborat, Orat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O only Source of all our light and life,<br>Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel,<br>But whom the hours of mortal moral strife<br>Alone aright reveal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought,<br>Thy presence owns ineffable, divine;<br>Chastised each rebel self-encentered thought,<br>My will adoreth Thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With eye down-dropt, if then this earthly mind<br>Speechless remain, or speechless e’en depart;<br>Nor seek to see, for what of earthly kind<br>Can see Thee as Thou art?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If well-assured ’tis but profanely bold<br>In thought’s abstractest forms to seem to see,<br>It dare not dare the dread communion hold<br>In ways unworthy Thee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O not unowned, thou shalt unnamed forgive,<br>In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare;<br>And if in work its life it seem to live,<br>Shalt make that work be prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies,<br>Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part,<br>And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes<br>In recognition start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as thou wiliest, give or e’en forbear<br>The beatific supersensual sight,<br>So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer<br>Approach Thee morn and night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><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=118209" data-title="Qui Laborat, Orat de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="O only Source of all our light and life,/Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel,/But whom the hours of mortal moral strife/Alone aright reveal!/Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought,/Thy presence owns ineffable, divine;/Chastised ea..."></div> </div> </div>

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