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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Any Saint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His shoulder did I hold<br>Too high that I, o'erbold<br>Weak one,<br>Should lean thereon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But He a little hath<br>Declined His stately path<br>And my<br>Feet set more high;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the slack arm may reach<br>His shoulder, and faint speech<br>Stir<br>His unwithering hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bolder now and bolder<br>I lean upon that shoulder<br>So dear<br>He is and near:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with His aureole<br>The tresses of my soul<br>Are blent<br>In wished content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, this too gentle Lover<br>Hath flattering words to move her<br>To pride<br>By His sweet side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Love! somewhat let be!<br>Lest my humility<br>Grow weak<br>When thou dost speak!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rebate thy tender suit,<br>Lest to herself impute<br>Some worth<br>Thy bride of earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A maid too easily<br>Conceits herself to be<br>Those things<br>Her lover sings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And being straitly wooed,<br>Believes herself the Good<br>And Fair<br>He seeks in her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn something of Thy look,<br>And fear me with rebuke,<br>That I<br>May timorously</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take tremors in Thy arms,<br>And with contriv-ed charms<br>Allure<br>A love unsure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to me, not to me,<br>Builded so flawfully,<br>O God,<br>Thy humbling laud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to this man, but Man,--<br>Universe in a span;<br>Point<br>Of the spheres conjoint;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In whom eternally<br>Thou, Light, dost focus Thee!--<br>Didst pave<br>The way o' the wave;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rivet with stars the Heaven,<br>For causeways to Thy driven<br>Car<br>In its coming far</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto him, only him;<br>In Thy deific whim<br>Didst bound<br>Thy works' great round</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this small ring of flesh;<br>The sky's gold-knotted mesh<br>Thy wrist<br>Did only twist</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To take him in that net.--<br>Man! swinging-wicket set<br>Between<br>The Unseen and Seen;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, God's two worlds immense,<br>Of spirit and of sense,<br>Wed<br>In this narrow bed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, and the midge's hymn<br>Answers the seraphim<br>Athwart<br>Thy body's court!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great arm-fellow of God!<br>To the ancestral clod<br>Kin,<br>And to cherubin;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bread predilectedly<br>O' the worm and Deity!<br>Hark,<br>O God's clay-sealed Ark,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To praise that fits thee, clear<br>To the ear within the ear,<br>But dense<br>To clay-sealed sense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the Omnific made<br>When in a word he said,<br>(Mystery!)<br>He uttered THEE;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee His great utterance bore,<br>O secret metaphor<br>Of what<br>Thou dream'st no jot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cosmic metonymy!<br>Weak world-unshuttering key!<br>One<br>Seal of Solomon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trope that itself not scans<br>Its huge significance,<br>Which tries<br>Cherubic eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Primer where the angels all<br>God's grammar spell in small,<br>Nor spell<br>The highest too well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Point for the great descants<br>Of starry disputants;<br>Equation<br>Of creation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou meaning, couldst thou see,<br>Of all which dafteth thee;<br>So plain,<br>It mocks thy pain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stone of the Law indeed,<br>Thine own self couldst thou read;<br>Thy bliss<br>Within thee is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Compost of Heaven and mire,<br>Slow foot and swift desire!<br>Lo,<br>To have Yes, choose No;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gird, and thou shalt unbind;<br>Seek not, and thou shalt find;<br>To eat,<br>Deny thy meat;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou shalt be fulfilled<br>With all sweet things unwilled:<br>So best<br>God loves to jest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With children small--a freak<br>Of heavenly hide-and-seek<br>Fit<br>For thy wayward wit,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who art thyself a thing<br>Of whim and wavering;<br>Free<br>When His wings pen thee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sole fully blest, to feel<br>God whistle thee at heel;<br>Drunk up<br>As a dew-drop,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When He bends down, sun-wise,<br>Intemperable eyes;<br>Most proud,<br>When utterly bowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To feel thyself and be<br>His dear nonentity--<br>Caught<br>Beyond human thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the thunder-spout of Him,<br>Until thy being dim,<br>And be<br>Dead deathlessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stoop, stoop; for thou dost fear<br>The nettle's wrathful spear,<br>So slight<br>Art thou of might!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rise; for Heaven hath no frown<br>When thou to thee pluck'st down,<br>Strong clod!<br>The neck of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Too high that I, o'erbold
Weak one,
Should lean thereon.

But He a little hath
Declined His stately path
And my
Feet set more high;

That the slack arm may reach
His shoulder, and faint speech
Stir
His unwithering hair.

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