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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Advent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Advent moon shines cold and clear,<br>These Advent nights are long;<br>Our lamps have burned year after year<br>And still their flame is strong.<br>'Watchman, what of the night?' we cry,<br>Heart-sick with hope deferred:<br>'No speaking signs are in the sky,'<br>Is still the watchman's word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Porter watches at the gate,<br>The servants watch within; <br>The watch is long betimes and late,<br>The prize is slow to win.<br>'Watchman, what of the night?' But still<br>His answer sounds the same:<br>'No daybreak tops the utmost hill,<br>Nor pale our lamps of flame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One to another hear them speak<br>The patient virgins wise:<br>'Surely He is not far to seek'—<br>'All night we watch and rise.' <br>'The days are evil looking back,<br>The coming days are dim;<br>Yet count we not His promise slack,<br>But watch and wait for Him.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One with another, soul with soul,<br>They kindle fire from fire:<br>'Friends watch us who have touched the goal.'<br>'They urge us, come up higher.'<br>'With them shall rest our waysore feet,<br>With them is built our home, <br>With Christ.'—'They sweet, but He most sweet,<br>Sweeter than honeycomb.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There no more parting, no more pain,<br>The distant ones brought near,<br>The lost so long are found again,<br>Long lost but longer dear:<br>Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,<br>Nor heart conceived that rest,<br>With them our good things long deferred,<br>With Jesus Christ our Best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We weep because the night is long,<br>We laugh for day shall rise,<br>We sing a slow contented song<br>And knock at Paradise.<br>Weeping we hold Him fast, Who wept<br>For us, we hold Him fast;<br>And will not let Him go except<br>He bless us first or last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;<br>We will not let Him go <br>Till daybreak smite our wearied sight<br>And summer smite the snow:<br>Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove<br>Shall coo the livelong day;<br>Then He shall say, 'Arise, My love,<br>My fair one, come away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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These Advent nights are long;
Our lamps have burned year after year
And still their flame is strong.
'Watchman, what of the night?' we cry,
Heart-sick with hope deferred:
'No speaking signs are in the sky,'
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