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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Johannes Ronge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silesian shepherd, blesed be<br>The sequel of that history<br>That I have read with heart elate,<br>Entwining it with my own fate;<br>So dear to me the visions seem<br>That thou, oh child unknown, didst dream—<br>In earliest days on mountain wild:—<br>How dreadful spirits sternly smiled,<br>And prophecied thy future days,<br>And pointed out untrodden ways,<br>And gave thee weapons strong & good,<br>As the wierd lady of the Wood<br>To young St. George. Must I compare<br>With those dove winged guardians fair<br>Who to the little English maid<br>In crowded streets brief visits paid;<br>For in the year that gave me birth<br>Didst thou appear upon this earth:<br>And we have wandered far & wide<br>Seeking for truth on every side.<br>Sweet dreadful spirits strengthed thee<br>Into a noble destiny<br>Sweet smiling angels sang to me<br>Strains full of love and mystery.<br>Yet know I not what I should do<br>In worship of the good & true.<br>Oh! gentle shepherd, dost thou wear<br>Meek flowers on thy waving hair,<br>And dost thou pipe a simple song,<br>And love thy flock the whole day long?<br>Or, stately shepherd, comest thou<br>With flaming signs around thy brow<br>And God's commandment in thy hand?<br>And dost thou read & understand?<br>Deliverer—for the good & true<br>Within one day what shall we do?<br>How shall we build the mystic shrine?<br>What symbols shall be thine & mine?<br>Tell, modern priest, what robes should be<br>Emblems of richest charty?<br>What consecrations may there be,<br>What hope, what faith, what mystery?<br>And wilt thou walk thy people thro',<br>And sprinkle us with heavenly dew?<br>And shall we from the sacred door<br>Go forth & search the parish o'er,<br>And mark what evil there is done,<br>And give some remedy, each one?<br>A cup of water, if no more.<br>As thou hast purified before,<br>With graceful step & action bland,<br>Shall we, with schemes of duty planned<br>By wisest hearts, walk daily thro'<br>With serious step devout & true.<br>Our spirits may in deepest rest<br>Sleep softly on the Savior's breast.<br>Permit it not, dear Lord, that we<br>Should ever fall from loving thee.<br>Countless I trust the spirits be<br>Who rest upon thee lovingly.<br>The holy Mary, beauteous light,<br>Who gazes on her face aright?<br>I think the world has yet to turn<br>Their looks toward her eyes, & learn.<br>There may they read of things unknown,<br>And make rare wonders all their own.<br>Canst thou within that house of gold,<br>Oh! shepherd, thy poor lambkins fold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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The sequel of that history
That I have read with heart elate,
Entwining it with my own fate;
So dear to me the visions seem
That thou, oh child unknown, didst dream—
In earliest days on mountain wild:—
How dreadful..."></div>
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