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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wise Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Step softly, under snow or rain,<br> To find the place where men can pray;<br>The way is all so very plain<br> That we may lose the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore<br> On tortured puzzles from our youth,<br>We know all the labyrinthine lore,<br>We are the three wise men of yore,<br> And we know all things but truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have gone round and round the hill<br> And lost the wood among the trees,<br>And learnt long names for every ill,<br>And serve the made gods, naming still<br> The furies the Eumenides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods of violence took the veil<br> Of vision and philosophy,<br>The Serpent that brought all men bale,<br>He bites his own accursed tail,<br> And calls himself Eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go humbly ... it has hailed and snowed...<br> With voices low and lanterns lit;<br>So very simple is the road,<br> That we may stray from it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world grows terrible and white,<br> And blinding white the breaking day;<br>We walk bewildered in the light,<br>For something is too large for sight,<br> And something much too plain to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Child that was ere worlds begun<br> (... We need but walk a little way,<br>We need but see a latch undone...)<br>The Child that played with moon and sun<br> Is playing with a little hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house from which the heavens are fed,<br> The old strange house that is our own,<br>Where trick of words are never said,<br>And Mercy is as plain as bread,<br> And Honour is as hard as stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go humbly, humble are the skies,<br> And low and large and fierce the Star;<br>So very near the Manger lies<br> That we may travel far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! Laughter like a lion wakes<br> To roar to the resounding plain.<br>And the whole heaven shouts and shakes,<br>For God Himself is born again,<br>And we are little children walking<br> Through the snow and rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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 To find the place where men can pray;
The way is all so very plain
 That we may lose the way.

Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore
 On tortured puzzles from our youth,
We know all the labyrinthine lore,
We are the..."></div>
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