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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>Watchman, what of the night?<br>See you a streak of light?<br>Whither, O Captain of the quest,<br>The course we steer for Port of Rest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall he answer - he<br>Who never put to sea?<br>Within his tabernacle wall<br>He cannot even hear us call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the jealous door<br>That he must pass no more,<br>And whence he scarcely dares to look,<br>He keeps his eyes upon his book.<br>The little candles, lit<br>Where the disciples sit,<br>Light their small refuge round about,<br>But show no gleam to those without -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirits that cannot dwell<br>In such an airless cell,<br>Sniffing the sea-winds from afar,<br>Glimpsing the light of moon and star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must fare forth, unsped,<br>From homely board and bed;<br>We must set sail for port unknown,<br>On an uncharted course, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Push off. We have to go,<br>Whether we choose or no.<br>The Call, though faint and far away,<br>Has reached us, and we must obey.<br>. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O but the night is dark<br>Beyond that only ark!<br>The salt sea-winds blow keen and cold<br>Outside the shelter of the fold!<br>Boom of the deep-sea swell,<br>Solemn as funeral bell -<br>Silence transcending sound, to make<br>High courage falter and heart quake . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What will the voyage cost?<br>We are already lost<br>Who turn from land and love, to face<br>This blank immensity of space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Push out. We have to go,<br>Whether we fear or no.<br>And why stand shivering and appalled?<br>We go because the Voice has called.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noah's inspired dove<br>Took wing to find her love.<br>The sea is His - safe as the land<br>Within the hollow of His hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here are the breakers - pull<br>Before the boat is full!<br>'Ware the sharp reefs that line the shore!<br>Row for the open evermore!<br>. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O but the night is dark!<br>Never the faintest spark<br>Where surf and shore and cities were!<br>And not a whisper in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The open - heart of grace,<br>It is a lonely place!<br>No light on any onward track!<br>Too far - too late - for turning back!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is that little ark -<br>Those candles in the dark -<br>The Rock of Ages cleft for me -<br>The Cross uprising in the sea -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereto the drowning grope<br>With yearning faith and hope,<br>And cling as to their mother's breast,<br>And find safe shelter and sweet rest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone, gone - for ever gone!<br>And still we must press on.<br>Steady, true soul, too brave to fret!<br>Press on - we are not drowning yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is soft and still<br>That was so wild and chill;<br>The bosom of the mighty deep<br>Breathes like a tired child asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So peaceful, so profound,<br>The silence spread around!<br>The very breakers of the shore<br>Moan to the listening ear no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night - but the stars are out.<br>Darkness of dread and doubt,<br>The way so lonely and so rough,<br>Have cleared a little, but enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know not where we are-<br>Light cannot reach so far,<br>But shows us we have lost and gained<br>As the compelling Voice ordained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone, gone beyond recall,<br>Candle and prisoning wall,<br>Last echo of the hue and cry,<br>Last glint of an accusing eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late for looking back<br>Over the darkening track.<br>How should the life-taught soul return<br>That cannot unlive or unlearn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Changed, changed, for ever changed,<br>Since hitherward we ranged,<br>To vision in a space so vast,<br>All the perspectives of the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How infinitely small<br>The once so broad and tall -<br>The aims, the pursuit and the strife<br>Shut in the sheltered grooves of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those terrifying laws,<br>The wrangles and the wars<br>Of church with church and state with state -<br>The things men love, the things men hate -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Money and gauds and fame,<br>And neighbours' scorn and blame -<br>The passion of desire and haste<br>To gather, to possess, to waste . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How infinitely high,<br>Broad as the sea and sky,<br>The loyalty of man to man,<br>Once almost missing from the plan -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The elemental law<br>That codes and creeds ignore,<br>Of duty to the trust we hold<br>For heirs unborn and years untold . . . . . .<br>. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night - and the drifting soul<br>Still without path or goal.<br>Yet was the voyage worth the cost.<br>We are not drowned. We are not lost.<br>'T'is I. Be not afraid.<br>Moonlight and stars may fade.<br>One walks the ocean and the night.<br>We have no further need of light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matters where we go?<br>We do not ask to know.<br>He called us, and we came. The quest<br>For us is ended, and we rest.</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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Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?

How shall he answer - he
Who never put to sea?
Within his tabernacle wall
He cannot even hear us call.

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