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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Advent Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another mile—a year<br>Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell<br>From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,—<br>O we are drawing near!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through the waiting lands<br>Dim signs and tokens, if unheeded, throng;<br>We feel them thickening as we pass along,<br>Holding out fearful hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light! which in love sent down<br>That tender gleam on Eden's darken'd bowers,<br>When sin had breathed the blight upon the flowers<br>Whereof death made his crown:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light! which did deign to stamp<br>The tables on that Arab mountain-crest;—<br>Light! which, in shrouded glory, once did rest<br>On Israelitish camp:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O day! whose dawn was spread,<br>Golden and clear, on Judaea's terraced hills,—<br>O shining noon! whose waxèd beauty thrills<br>Earth and her quick and dead:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to our hearts, we pray!<br>Through open doors let gracious gleams come in;<br>Fill us with light and life, and let the sin<br>And darkness pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, waken us who sleep,<br>Strengthen the feeble knees and weak hands now;<br>Teach us, with prayer and work, to measure how<br>The stealthy minutes creep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not our lamp be dim<br>When in the night we hear the footsteps fall<br>Upon our threshold,—let death find us all<br>Watching in peace for him.<br>Let us lie down to rest<br>In surest hope of endless life in store,<br>With happy reverent hands, that strive no more,<br>Folded across our breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the angels come,<br>And the sharp echo of the herald's cry<br>Pierces the dark and stillness where we lie<br>Cold in our sleep, and dumb,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May we arise, O King!<br>In bridal garments, beautiful and white;<br>And do Thou, coming in Thy godly might,<br>Our crown of glory bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell
From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,—
O we are drawing near!

All through the waiting lands
Dim signs and tokens, if unheeded, throng;
We feel them thickening as we pass al..."></div>
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