<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From ‘The Soul’s Travelling’</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">God, God! <br>With a child’s voice I cry, <br>Weak, sad, confidingly— <br> God, God! <br>Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up <br>Unto Thy love (as none of ours are), droop <br> As ours, o’er many a tear! <br>Thou knowest, though Thy universe is broad, <br>Two little tears suffice to cover all: <br>Thou knowest, Thou, who art so prodigal <br>Of beauty, we are oft but stricken deer <br>Expiring in the woods—that care for none <br>Of those delightsome flowers they die upon. <br> <br>O blissful Mouth which breathed the mournful breath <br>We name our souls, self-spoilt!—by that strong passion <br>Which paled Thee once with sighs,—by that strong death <br>Which made Thee once unbreathing—from the wrack <br>Themselves have called around them, call them back, <br>Back to Thee in continuous aspiration! <br> For here, O Lord, <br>For here they travel vainly,—vainly pass <br>From city-pavement to untrodden sward, <br>Where the lark finds her deep nest in the grass <br>Cold with the earth’s last dew. Yea, very vain <br>The greatest speed of all these souls of men <br>Unless they travel upward to the throne <br>Where sittest THOU, the satisfying ONE, <br>With help for sins and holy perfectings <br>For all requirements—while the archangel, raising <br>Unto Thy face his full ecstatic gazing, <br>Forgets the rush and rapture of his wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383788" data-title="From ‘The Soul’s Travelling’ de Elizabeth Barrett Browning" data-description="God, God! With a child’s voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly— God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up Unto Thy love (as none of ours are), droop As ours, o’er many a tear! Thou knowest, though Thy universe is broad, T..."></div> </div> </div>

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