<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe, <br>Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit, <br>Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, <br>Which Himself on the doctors did bestow. <br>The Word but lately could not speak, and lo ! <br>It suddenly speaks wonders ; whence comes it, <br>That all which was, and all which should be writ, <br>A shallow seeming child should deeply know ? <br>His Godhead was not soul to His manhood, <br>Nor had time mellow'd Him to this ripeness ; <br>But as for one which hath a long task, 'tis good, <br>With the sun to begin His business, <br>He in His age's morning thus began, <br>By miracles exceeding power of man.</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> <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=419765" data-title="Temple de John Donne" data-description="With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe, Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit, Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, Which Himself on the doctors did bestow. The Word but lately could not speak, and lo ! It suddenly sp..."></div> </div> </div>

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