<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Power Of God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the power of God were mine, and the ample turn,<br>I never could dwell in my law, which is 'stablished and stern, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my pity would plague me still! In the fare of my state<br>I would summon my ministers often to reprobate: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do ye see them walk on the unwaked streets of the town?<br>Are they not of my handmaidens, burdened and bending down? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is not yet day, and my tale of the stars not told,<br>But already they bear of their burdens, and tremble of cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do ye heed not her, ye stony and reconciled,<br>One gathering sticks for a fire, who is heavy with child? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And one was so heavy with sleep that she watched not, and slept<br>Till it nearly was dawn, and then she arose and wept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Previsal I made, and the burning of quenchless gold,<br>Yet still they bedevil my kingdom, the dark and the cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There is labor appointed, I know not if it shall cease,<br>Yet anon cometh night, and my daughters shall lie in peace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What avoideth my glory of firmaments keeping the way,<br>If the poor soft flesh must trouble before the day? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or spectacular stars, as they race to encircuit the deep,<br>If my littlest people is driven, and needeth sleep? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For my absolute heaven is high, and nothing dependeth, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet it twitcheth my heart, when weeping of women ascendeth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then arrange ye again how the people's task be done,<br>There shall no woman toil till they see my sign of the sun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</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=419612" data-title="The Power Of God de John Crowe Ransom" data-description="If the power of God were mine, and the ample turn, I never could dwell in my law, which is 'stablished and stern, But my pity would plague me still! In the fare of my state I would summon my ministers often to reprobate: 'Do ye see them walk o..."></div> </div> </div>

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