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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my breast labours with oppressive care,<br>And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:<br>While all my warring passions are at strife,<br>Oh! let me listen to the words of life!<br>Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart,<br>And thus he rais'd from earth the drooping heart.<br>'Think not, when all your scanty stores afford,<br>Is spread at once upon the springing board;<br>Think not, when worn the homely robe appears,<br>While on the roof the howling tempest bears;<br>What farther shall this feeble life sustain,<br>And what shall clothe these shiv'ring limbs again.<br>Say, does not life its nourishment exceed?<br>And the fair body its investing weed?<br>Behold! and look away your low despair -<br>See the light tenants of the barren air: <br>To them, not stores, nor granaries, belong;<br>Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song; <br>Yet, your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye<br>On the least wing that flits along the sky.<br>To him they sing, when spring renews the plain;<br>To him they cry, in winter's pinching reign;<br>Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain;<br>He hears the gay, and the distressful call; <br>And with unsparing bounty fills them all.'<br>'Observe the rising lily's snowy grace;<br>Observe the various vegetable race:<br>They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow;<br>Yet see how warm they blush! how bright they glow!<br>What regal vestmentscan with them compare?<br>What king so shining! or what queen so fair!'<br>'If ceaseless, thus, the fowls of heav'n he feeds;<br>If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads;<br>Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say?<br>Is he unwise? or, are ye less than they?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:
While all my warring passions are at strife,
Oh! let me listen to the words of life!
Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart,
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