<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Candle of the Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”<br>“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of<br>God.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our spirit—ay, our own!—the tree whose fruits<br>Have never fail'd—the sign upon the door<br>'Twixt us and God's intelligent dumb brutes,<br>That parts us evermore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our spirit—last, best gift—still unbereft<br>Of treasures stored in Eden's happy land;<br>One fragment of the human, as it left<br>The Divine Maker's hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That seal of our high birth He did allow<br>Toea unharm'd the sin and woe and strife;<br>That remnant of our godhead—wanting now<br>Only the “breath of life.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord<br>Made us to be His equals, fit to fill<br>His throne—our free wills brought into accord<br>With His own sovereign will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our spirit—not the feeble soul which came<br>With our dishonour'd state and its new needs;<br>And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,<br>That daily breaks and bleeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our spirit—our unshatter'd lamp—still ours—<br>Fill'd with the heavenly essence, as of yore,—<br>To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,<br>And light the wreck to shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, 'tis the same—the same! It hath not shared<br>The mutilation and the curse and blight;<br>When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared—<br>Only deprived of Light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope<br>For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?<br>In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,<br>While yet the Christ was dumb,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou knowest it search'd for every wandering ray,<br>And never wearied of the weary quest;<br>And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,<br>A glimmer in its breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down—<br>Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!<br>Circle each candle with its flaming crown,<br>Its cloven tongue of fire!</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> <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=339792" data-title="The Candle of the Lord de Ada Cambridge" data-description="“The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.” “The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.” Our spirit—ay, our own!—the tree whose fruits Have never fail'd—the sign upon the door 'Twixt us an..."></div> </div> </div>

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