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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Word To The 'Elect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may rejoice to think yourselves secure;<br>You may be grateful for the gift divine --<br>That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure,<br>And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine. <br>But, is it sweet to look around, and view<br>Thousands excluded from that happiness,<br>Which they deserved, at least, as much as you, --<br>Their faults not greater, nor their virtues less? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, wherefore should you love your God the more,<br>Because to you alone his smiles are given;<br>Because he chose to pass the many o'er,<br>And only bring the favoured few to Heaven? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, wherefore should your hearts more grateful prove,<br>Because for ALL the Saviour did not die?<br>Is yours the God of justice and of love<br>And are your bosoms warm with charity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, does your heart expand to all mankind?<br>And, would you ever to your neighbour do --<br>The weak, the strong, the enlightened, and the blind -<br>As you would have your neighbour do to you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when you, looking on your fellow-men,<br>Behold them doomed to endless misery,<br>How can you talk of joy and rapture then? --<br>May God withhold such cruel joy from me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That none deserve eternal bliss I know;<br>Unmerited the grace in mercy given:<br>But, none shall sink to everlasting woe,<br>That have not well deserved the wrath of Heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, Oh! there lives within my heart<br> A hope, long nursed by me;<br>(And, should its cheering ray depart,<br> How dark my soul would be!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That as in Adam all have died,<br> In Christ shall all men live;<br>And ever round his throne abide,<br> Eternal praise to give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That even the wicked shall at last<br> Be fitted for the skies;<br>And, when their dreadful doom is past,<br> To life and light arise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask not, how remote the day,<br> Nor what the sinner's woe,<br>Before their dross is purged away;<br> Enough for me, to know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That when the cup of wrath is drained,<br> The metal purified,<br>They'll cling to what they once disdained,<br> And live by Him that died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Acton</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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You may be grateful for the gift divine --
That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure,
And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine. 
But, is it sweet to look around, and view
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