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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heliodorus In The Temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sound of woe in Salem! - mournful cries<br>Rose from her dwellings - youthful cheeks were pale,<br>Tears flowing fast from dim and aged eyes,<br>And voices mingling in tumultuous wail;<br>Hands raised to heaven in agony of prayer,<br>And powerless wrath, and terror, and despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy daughters, Judah! weeping, laid aside<br>The regal splendour of their fair array,<br>With the rude sackcloth girt their beauty's pride,<br>And thronged the streets in hurrying, wild dismay;<br>While knelt thy priests before <br>His<br>awful shrine, <br>Who made, of old, renown and empire thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on the spoiler moves - the temple's gate,<br>The bright, the beautiful, his guards unfold;<br>And all the scene reveals its solemn state,<br>Its courts and pillars, rich with sculptured gold;<br>And man, with eye unhallowed, views the abode,<br>The severed spot, the dwelling-place of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where art thou, Mighty Presence! that of yore<br>Wert wont between the cherubim to rest,<br>Veiled in a cloud of glory, shadowing o'er <br>Thy sanctuary the chosen and the blest?<br>Thou! that didst make fair Sion's ark thy throne, <br>And call the oracle's recess thine own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of God! that through the Assyrian host,<br>Clothed with the darkness of the midnight hour,<br>To tame the proud, to hush the invader's boast,<br>Didst pass triumphant in avenging power,<br>Till burst the day-spring on the silent scene,<br>And death alone revealed where thou hadst been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou not wake, O Chastener! in thy might,<br>To guard thine ancient and majestic hill,<br>Where oft from heaven the full Shechinah's light<br>Hath streamed the house of holiness to fill?<br>Oh! yet once more defend thy loved domain,<br>Eternal one! Deliverer! rise again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fearless of thee, the plunderer, undismayed,<br>Hastes on, the sacred chambers to explore<br>Where the bright treasures of the fane are laid,<br>The orphan's portion, and the widow's store;<br>What recks <br>his<br>heart through age unsuccoured die<br>And want consume the cheek of infancy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, intruders! - hark! a mighty sound!<br>Behold, a burst of light! - away, away!<br>A fearful glory fills the temple round,<br>A vision bright in terrible array!<br>And lo! a steed of no terrestrial frame, <br>His path a whirlwind, and his breath a flame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His neck is clothed with thunder - and his mane<br>Seems waving fire - the kindling of his eye<br>Is as a meteor - ardent with disdain<br>His glance - his gesture, fierce in majesty!<br>Instinct with light he seems, and formed to bear<br>Some dread archangel through the fields of air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who is he, in panoply of gold,<br>Throned on that burning charger? bright his form.<br>Yet in its brightness awful to behold,<br>And girt with all the terrors of the storm!<br>Lightning is on his helmet's crest - and fear<br>Shrinks from the splendour of his brow severe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! more than kingly - godlike! - sternly grand;<br>Their port indignant, and each dazzling face<br>Beams with the beauty to immortals given, <br>Magnificent in all the wrath of heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sinks each gazer's heart - each knee is bowed <br>In trembling awe - but, as to fields of fight,<br>The unearthly war-steed, rushing through the crowd<br>Bursts on their leader in terrific might;<br>And the stern angels of that dread abode <br>Pursue its plunderer with the scourge of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness - thick darkness! - low on earth he lies,<br>Rash Heliodorus - motionless and pale -<br>Bloodless his cheek, and o'er his shrouded eyes<br>Mists, as of death, suspend their shadowy veil;<br>And thus the oppressor, by his fear-struck train,<br>Is borne from that inviolable fane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light returns - the warriors of the sky <br>Have passed, with all their dreadful pomp, away<br>Then wakes the timbrel, swells the song on high<br>Triumphant as in Judah's elder day;<br>Rejoice, O city of the sacred hill!<br>Salem, exult! thy God is with thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Rose from her dwellings - youthful cheeks were pale,
Tears flowing fast from dim and aged eyes,
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Hands raised to heaven in agony of prayer,
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