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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After This The Judgement</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As eager homebound traveller to the goal,<br>Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,<br>Or martyr panting for an aureole,<br>My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain<br>That hidden mansion of perpetual peace<br>Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:<br>That gate stands open of perennial ease;<br>I view the glory till I partly long,<br>Yet lack the fire of love which quickens these.<br>O passing Angel, speed me with a song, <br>A melody of heaven to reach my heart<br>And rouse me to the race and make me strong;<br>Till in such music I take up my part<br>Swelling those Hallelujahs full of rest,<br>One, tenfold, hundredfold, with heavenly art,<br>Fulfilling north and south and east and west,<br>Thousand, ten thousandfold, innumerable,<br>All blent in one yet each one manifest;<br>Each one distinguished and beloved as well<br>As if no second voice in earth or heaven <br>Were lifted up the Love of God to tell.<br>Ah, Love of God, which Thine own Self hast given<br>To me most poor, and made me rich in love,<br>Love that dost pass the tenfold seven times seven,<br>Draw Thou mine eyes, draw Thou my heart above,<br>My treasure ad my heart store Thou in Thee,<br>Brood over me with yearnings of a dove;<br>Be Husband, Brother, closest Friend to me;<br>Love me as very mother loves her son,<br>Her sucking firstborn fondled on her knee: <br>Yea, more than mother loves her little one;<br>For, earthly, even a mother may forget<br>And feel no pity for its piteous moan;<br>But thou, O Love of God, remember yet,<br>Through the dry desert, through the waterflood<br>(Life, death) until the Great White Throne is set.<br>If now I am sick in chewing the bitter cud<br>Of sweet past sin, though solaced by Thy grace<br>And ofttimes strengthened by Thy Flesh and Blood,<br>How shall I then stand up before Thy face <br>When from Thine eyes repentance shall be hid<br>And utmost Justice stand in Mercy's place:<br>When every sin I thought or spoke or did<br>Shall meet me at the inexorable bar,<br>And there be no man standing in the mid<br>To plead for me; while star fallen after star<br>With heaven and earth are like a ripened shock,<br>And all time's mighty works and wonders are<br>Consumed as in a moment; when no rock<br>Remains to fall on me, no tree to hide, <br>But I stand all creation's gazing-stock<br>Exposed and comfortless on every side,<br>Placed trembling in the final balances<br>Whose poise this hour, this moment, must be tried?—<br>Ah Love of God, if greater love than this<br>Hath no man, that a man die for his friend,<br>And if such love of love Thine Own Love is,<br>Plead with Thyself, with me, before the end;<br>Redeem me from the irrevocable past;<br>Pitch Thou Thy Presence round me to defend; <br>Yea seek with pierced feet, yea hold me fast<br>With pierced hands whose wounds were made by love;<br>Not what I am, remember what Thou wast<br>When darkness hid from Thee Thy heavens above,<br>And sin Thy Father's Face, while thou didst drink<br>The bitter cup of death, didst taste thereof<br>For every man; while Thou wast nigh to sink<br>Beneath the intense intolerable rod,<br>Grown sick of love; not what I am, but think<br>Thy Life then ransomed mine, my God, my God.</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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Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,
Or martyr panting for an aureole,
My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain
That hidden mansion of perpetual peace
Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:
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