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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Human Temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Temple in Darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness broods upon the temple, <br>Glooms along the lonely aisles, <br>Fills up all the orient window, <br> Whence, like little children’s wiles, <br>Shadows—purple, azure, golden— <br> Broke upon the floor in smiles. <br> <br>From the great heart of the organ <br> Bursts no voice of chant or psalm; <br>All the air, by music-pulses <br> Stirred no more, is deathly calm; <br>And no precious incense rising, <br> Falls, like good men’s prayer, in balm. <br> <br>Not a sound of living footstep <br> Echoes on the marble floor; <br>Not a sigh of stranger passing <br> Pierces through the closèd door; <br>Quenched the light upon the altar: <br> Where the priest stood, none stands more. <br> <br>Lord, why hast Thou left Thy temple <br> Scorned of man, disowned by Thee! <br>Rather let Thy right hand crush it, <br> None its desolation see! <br>List—‘He who the temple builded <br> Doth His will there. Let it be!’ <br> <br>A Light in the Temple</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, a light within the temple! <br> Whence it cometh no man knows; <br>Barred the doors: the night-black windows <br> Stand apart in solemn rows, <br>All without seems gloom eternal, <br> Yet the glimmer comes and goes— <br> <br>As if silent-footed angels <br> Through the dim aisles wandered fair, <br>Only traced amid the darkness, <br> By the glory in their hair, <br>Till at the forsaken altar <br> They all met, and praised God there. <br> <br>Now the light grows—fuller, clearer; <br> Hark, the organ ’gins to sound. <br>Faint, like broken spirit crying <br> Unto Heaven from the ground; <br>While the chorus of the angels <br> Mingles everywhere around. <br> <br>See, the altar shines all radiant, <br> Though no mortal priest there stands, <br>And no earthly congregation <br> Worships with uplifted hands: <br>Yet they gather, slow and saintly, <br> In innumerable bands. <br> <br>And the chant celestial rises <br> Where the human prayers have ceased: <br>No tear-sacrifice is offered, <br> For all anguish is appeased, <br>Through its night of desolation, <br> To His temple comes the Priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Darkness broods upon the temple, 
Glooms along the lonely aisles, 
Fills up all the orient window, 
 Whence, like little children’s wiles, 
Shadows—purple, azure, golden— 
 Broke upon the floor in smiles. 
 
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