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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ezekiel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;<br>Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;<br>The princes of our ancient line<br>Lie drunken with Assyrian wine;<br>The priests around Thy altar speak<br>The false words which their hearers seek;<br>And hymns which Chaldea's wanton maids<br>Have sung in Dura's idol-shades<br>Are with the Levites' chant ascending,<br>With Zion's holiest anthems blending!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Israel's bleeding bosom set,<br>The heathen heel is crushing yet;<br>The towers upon our holy hill<br>Echo Chaldean footsteps still.<br>Our wasted shrines,--who weeps for them?<br>Who mourneth for Jerusalem?<br>Who turneth from his gains away?<br>Whose knee with mine is bowed to pray?<br>Who, leaving feast and purpling cup,<br>Takes Zion's lamentation up?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sad and thoughtful youth, I went<br>With Israel's early banishment;<br>And where the sullen Chebar crept,<br>The ritual of my fathers kept.<br>The water for the trench I drew,<br>The firstling of the flock I slew,<br>And, standing at the altar's side,<br>I shared the Levites' lingering pride,<br>That still, amidst her mocking foes,<br>The smoke of Zion's offering rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sudden whirlwind, cloud and flame,<br>The Spirit of the Highest came!<br>Before mine eyes a vision passed,<br>A glory terrible and vast;<br>With dreadful eyes of living things,<br>And sounding sweep of angel wings,<br>With circling light and sapphire throne,<br>And flame-like form of One thereon,<br>And voice of that dread Likeness sent<br>Down from the crystal firmament!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burden of a prophet's power<br>Fell on me in that fearful hour;<br>From off unutterable woes<br>The curtain of the future rose;<br>I saw far down the coming time<br>The fiery chastisement of crime;<br>With noise of mingling hosts, and jar<br>Of falling towers and shouts of war,<br>I saw the nations rise and fall,<br>Like fire-gleams on my tent's white wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dream and trance, I--saw the slain<br>Of Egypt heaped like harvest grain.<br>I saw the walls of sea-born Tyre<br>Swept over by the spoiler's fire;<br>And heard the low, expiring moan<br>Of Edom on his rocky throne;<br>And, woe is me! the wild lament<br>From Zion's desolation sent;<br>And felt within my heart each blow<br>Which laid her holy places low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In bonds and sorrow, day by day,<br>Before the pictured tile I lay;<br>And there, as in a mirror, saw<br>The coming of Assyria's war;<br>Her swarthy lines of spearmen pass<br>Like locusts through Bethhoron's grass;<br>I saw them draw their stormy hem<br>Of battle round Jerusalem;<br>And, listening, heard the Hebrew wail!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blend with the victor-trump of Baal!<br>Who trembled at my warning word?<br>Who owned the prophet of the Lord?<br>How mocked the rude, how scoffed the vile,<br>How stung the Levites' scornful smile,<br>As o'er my spirit, dark and slow,<br>The shadow crept of Israel's woe<br>As if the angel's mournful roll<br>Had left its record on my soul,<br>And traced in lines of darkness there<br>The picture of its great despair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ever at the hour I feel<br>My lips in prophecy unseal.<br>Prince, priest, and Levite gather near,<br>And Salem's daughters haste to hear,<br>On Chebar's waste and alien shore,<br>The harp of Judah swept once more.<br>They listen, as in Babel's throng<br>The Chaldeans to the dancer's song,<br>Or wild sabbeka's nightly play,--<br>As careless and as vain as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus, O Prophet-bard of old,<br>Hast thou thy tale of sorrow told<br>The same which earth's unwelcome seers<br>Have felt in all succeeding years.<br>Sport of the changeful multitude,<br>Nor calmly heard nor understood,<br>Their song has seemed a trick of art,<br>Their warnings but, the actor's part.<br>With bonds, and scorn, and evil will,<br>The world requites its prophets still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So was it when the Holy One<br>The garments of the flesh put on<br>Men followed where the Highest led<br>For common gifts of daily bread,<br>And gross of ear, of vision dim,<br>Owned not the Godlike power of Him.<br>Vain as a dreamer's words to them<br>His wail above Jerusalem,<br>And meaningless the watch He kept<br>Through which His weak disciples slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet shrink not thou, whoe'er thou art,<br>For God's great purpose set apart,<br>Before whose far-discerning eyes,<br>The Future as the Present lies!<br>Beyond a narrow-bounded age<br>Stretches thy prophet-heritage,<br>Through Heaven's vast spaces angel-trod,<br>And through the eternal years of God<br>Thy audience, worlds!--all things to be<br>The witness of the Truth in thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;
The princes of our ancient line
Lie drunken with Assyrian wine;
The priests around Thy altar speak
The false words which their hearers seek;
And hymns which Chaldea's wanton ma..."></div>
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