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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ordained</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THROUGH jewelled windows in the walls<br>The tempered daylight smiles,<br>And solemn music swells and falls<br>Adown these stately aisles;<br>Beneath that carven chancel- rood<br>Low murmurs, hushed to silence, brood;<br>One voice in prayer appeals<br>For Holy Spirit's quickening grace<br>To light his now anointed face<br>Who at the altar kneels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hour ago, like us, he trod<br>Along these cloisters dim —<br>Now we are bid to reverence God<br>Made manifest in him;<br>To mock at our enlightened sense<br>And dearly won experience,<br>So far beyond his own;<br>To take him for our heaven- sent guide<br>Upon these seas, so wild and wide,<br>To him as yet unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unconscious of the coming strife,<br>Unformed in mind and thought,<br>Without one ripe idea of life<br>Save what his school books taught,<br>An ignorant boy, he vows a vow<br>To think and feel as he does now<br>Till his gold locks are grey;<br>Pledges his word to learn no more —<br>To add no wisdom to the store<br>His young mind holds to- day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall he keep this senseless oath<br>When once a full- grown man?<br>How shall he check his upward growth<br>To fit this meagre plan?<br>Only by ruthless pinching out<br>Of all the fairest shoots that sprout,<br>As on a healthy tree,<br>From his expanding brain and heart —<br>Defrauding his diviner part<br>Of its virility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus shall youthful passion pale<br>In native force and fire;<br>And thus shall soaring pinions fail,<br>Bedraggled in the mire;<br>This tender conscience, now so bright,<br>Lose its fine sense of wrong and right —<br>Dulled with a moral rust;<br>This ardent intellect be damped,<br>This eager spirit starved and cramped -<br>Choked in mediaeval dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus shall the fettered arm grow numb,<br>And blind the bandaged eye;<br>Thus shall the silenced voice grow dumb,<br>As year by year goes by;<br>Until at last, from long abuse<br>And lack of free and wholesome use,<br>All manhood's powers decline;<br>And, like a lamp unfed, untrimmed,<br>Intelligence, once bright, is dimmed,<br>No more to burn and shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then may we see this sanguine youth —<br>Born for a nobler lot —<br>Turn traitor to the highest truth<br>Because he knows it not;<br>Serving for Mammon, veiled as God,<br>Cringing for high- born patron's nod,<br>For social place and gain,<br>While he mechanically yields<br>The produce of his fallow fields —<br>Husks of long- garnered grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more a brave and honest man,<br>Whose conscience is his own,<br>But worse than thief and courtesan<br>To degradation grown;<br>A cheat and hypocrite, content,<br>In shelter of base precedent,<br>The downward path to tread,<br>Lest he should lose his Esau's bowl,<br>That bought the birthright of his soul,<br>And have to earn his bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, if remorsefully aware<br>Of his ignoble case,<br>Owning himself too weak to dare<br>A brother's hostile face,<br>Too weak to stand alone and fight<br>Against the strong world's might with right —<br>A leader's part to take;<br>Dying a daily death in life,<br>At outward peace and inward strife,<br>For poor convention's sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let organ music swell and peal,<br>And priests and people pray,<br>Let those who can at altar kneel —<br>I have no heart to stay.<br>I cannot bear to see it done —<br>This fresh young life, scarce yet begun,<br>Closed by that iron door;<br>A free- born spirit gagged and bound,<br>Tethered to one small plot of ground,<br>While all the great world spreads around,<br>And doomed to fly no more.</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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THROUGH jewelled windows in the walls
The tempered daylight smiles,
And solemn music swells and falls
Adown these stately aisles;
Beneath that carven chancel- rood
Low murmurs, hushed to silence, brood;
One voice in prayer appeals
For Holy Spi..."></div>
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