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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gravikty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>Fit for perpetual worship is the power<br>That holds our bodies safely to the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When people talk of their domestic gods,<br>Then privately I think of You.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We ride through space upon your shoulders<br>Conveniently and lightly set,<br>And, so accustomed, we relax our hold,<br>Forget the gentle motion of your body--<br>But You do not forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes you breathe a little faster,<br>Or move a muscle:<br>Then we remember you, O Master.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When people meet in reverent groups<br>And sing to their domestic God,<br>You, all the time, dear tyrant, (How I laugh!)<br>Could, without effort, place your hand among them,<br>And sprinkle them about the desert.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all your ways are carefully ordered,<br>For you have never questioned duty.<br>We watch your everlasting combinations;<br>We call them Fate; we turn them to our pleasure,<br>And when they most delight us, call them beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rest my body on your grass,<br>And let my brain repose in you;<br>I feel these living moments pass,<br>And, from within myself to those far places<br>To be imagined in your times and spaces,<br>Deliberate the various acts you do:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorting and re-arranging worlds of Matter<br>Keenly and wisely. Thus you brought our earth<br>Through stages, and from purpose back to purpose,<br>From fire to fog, to dust, to birth<br>Through beast to man, who led himself to brain--<br>Then you invoked him back to dust again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By leave of you he places stone on stone;<br>He scatters seed: you are at once the prop<br>Among the long roots of his fragile crop.<br>You manufacture for him, and insure<br>House, harvest, implement and furniture,<br>And hold them all secure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hill ... The trees ... From underneath<br>I feel You pull me with your hand:<br>Through my firm feet up to my heart<br>You hold me,--You are in the land,<br>Reposing underneath the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You keep my balance and my growth.<br>I lift a foot, but where I go<br>You follow: you, the ever-strong,<br>Control the smallest thing I do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have some little human power<br>To turn your purpose to my end,<br>For which I thank you every hour.<br>I stand at worship, while you send<br>Thrills up my body to my heart,<br>And I am all in love to know<br>How by your strength you keep me part<br>Of earth, which cannot let me go;<br>How everything I see around,<br>Whether it can or cannot move,<br>Is granted liberty of ground,<br>And freedom to enjoy your love;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you are silent always, and, alone<br>To You yourself, your power remains unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Monro">Harold Monro</a><div class=q>
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Fit for perpetual worship is the power
That holds our bodies safely to the earth.

When people talk of their domestic gods,
Then privately I think of You.

We ride through space upon your shoulders
Conveniently and lightly set,
And, so accustome..."></div>
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