<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Whitsunday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen sweet Dove unto my song, <br>And spread thy golden wings in me; <br>Hatching my tender heart so long, <br>Till it get wing, and fly away with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is that fire which once descended<br>On thy Apostles? thou didst then<br>Keep open house, richly attended, <br>Feasting all comers by twelve chosen men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such glorious gifts thou didst bestow, <br>That th'earth did like a heav'n appear; <br>The stars were coming down to know<br>If they might mend their wages, and serve here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun which once did shine alone, <br>Hung down his head, and wisht for night, <br>When he beheld twelve suns for one<br>Going about the world, and giving light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But since those pipes of gold, which brought<br>That cordial water to our ground, <br>Were cut and martyr'd by the fault <br>Of those, who did themselves through their side wound, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shutt'st the door, and keep'st within; <br>Scarce a good joy creeps through the chink: <br>And if the braves of conqu'ring sin<br>Did not excite thee, we should wholly sink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, though we change, thou art the same; <br>The same sweet God of love and light: <br>Restore this day, for thy great name, <br>Unto his ancient and miraculous right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</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=396371" data-title="Whitsunday de George Herbert" data-description="Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy Apostles? thou didst then Keep open house, richly att..."></div> </div> </div>

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