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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419695" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From ‘The Cross’</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument <br>Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament? <br>Who can deny me power, and liberty <br>To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be? <br>Swim, and at every stroke, thou art thy Cross; <br>The Mast and yard make one, where seas do toss; <br>Look down, thou spiest out Crosses in small things; <br>Look up, thou seest birds rais’d on crossed wings; <br>All the Globes frame, and spheres, is nothing else <br>But the Meridians crossing Parallels. <br>Material Crosses then, good physic bee, <br>But yet spiritual have chief dignity. <br>These for extracted chemic medicine serve, <br>And cure much better, and as well preserve; <br>Then are you your own physic, or need none, <br>When Still’d, or purg’d by tribulation. <br>For when that Cross ungrudg’d, unto you sticks, <br>Then are you to your self, a Crucifix. <br>As perchance, Carvers do not faces make, <br>But that away, which hid them there, do take; <br>Let Crosses, so, take what hid Christ in thee, <br>And be his image, or not his, but he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament? 
Who can deny me power, and liberty 
To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be? 
Swim, and at every stroke, thou art thy Cross; 
The Mast and yard make..."></div>
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