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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ETERNAL God—for whom who ever dare <br>Seek new expressions, do the circle square, <br>And thrust into straight corners of poor wit <br>Thee, who art cornerless and infinite— <br>I would but bless Thy name, not name Thee now <br>—And Thy gifts are as infinite as Thou— <br>Fix we our praises therefore on this one, <br>That, as thy blessed Spirit fell upon <br>These Psalms' first author in a cloven tongue <br>—For 'twas a double power by which he sung <br>The highest matter in the noblest form— <br>So thou hast cleft that Spirit, to perform <br>That work again, and shed it here, upon <br>Two, by their bloods, and by Thy Spirit one ; <br>A brother and a sister, made by Thee <br>The organ, where Thou art the harmony. <br>Two that make one John Baptist's holy voice, <br>And who that Psalm, 'Now let the Isles rejoice,' <br>Have both translated, and applied it too, <br>Both told us what, and taught us how to do. <br>They show us islanders our Joy, our King ; <br>They tell us why, and teach us how to sing. <br>Make all this all three choirs, heaven, earth, and spheres ; <br>The first, Heaven, hath a song, but no man hears ; <br>The spheres have music, but they have no tongue, <br>Their harmony is rather danced than sung ; <br>But our third choir, to which the first gives ear <br>—For Angels learn by what the Church does here— <br>This choir hath all. The organist is he <br>Who hath tuned God and man, the organ we ; <br>The songs are these, which heaven's high holy Muse <br>Whisper'd to David, David to the Jews ; <br>And David's successors in holy zeal, <br>In forms of joy and art do re-reveal <br>To us so sweetly and sincerely too, <br>That I must not rejoice as I would do, <br>When I behold that these Psalms are become <br>So well attired abroad, so ill at home, <br>So well in chambers, in Thy Church so ill, <br>As I can scarce call that reform'd until <br>This be reform'd ; would a whole state present <br>A lesser gift than some one man hath sent ? <br>And shall our Church unto our Spouse and King <br>More hoarse, more harsh than any other, sing ? <br>For that we pray, we praise Thy name for this, <br>Which, by this Moses and this Miriam, is <br>Already done ; and as those Psalms we call, <br>—Though some have other authors—David's all, <br>So though some have, some may some Psalms translate, <br>We Thy Sidneian psalms shall celebrate, <br>And, till we come th' extemporal song to sing <br>—Learn'd the first hour that we see the King, <br>Who hath translated those translators—may <br>These their sweet learned labours all the way <br>Be as our tuning, that when hence we part, <br>We may fall in with them, and sing our part !</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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Seek new expressions, do the circle square, 
And thrust into straight corners of poor wit 
Thee, who art cornerless and infinite— 
I would but bless Thy name, not name Thee now 
—And Thy gifts are as infin..."></div>
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