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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Quest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee<br>On the great waters of the unsounded sea,<br>Momently listening with suspended oar<br>For the low rote of waves upon a shore<br>Changeless as heaven, where never fog-cloud drifts<br>Over its windless wood, nor mirage lifts<br>The steadfast hills; where never birds of doubt<br>Sing to mislead, and every dream dies out,<br>And the dark riddles which perplex us here<br>In the sharp solvent of its light are clear?<br>Thou knowest how vain our quest; how, soon or late,<br>The baffling tides and circles of debate<br>Swept back our bark unto its starting-place,<br>Where, looking forth upon the blank, gray space,<br>And round about us seeing, with sad eyes,<br>The same old difficult hills and cloud-cold skies,<br>We said: 'This outward search availeth not<br>To find Him. He is farther than we thought,<br>Or, haply, nearer. To this very spot<br>Whereon we wait, this commonplace of home,<br>As to the well of Jacob, He may come<br>And tell us all things.' As I listened there,<br>Through the expectant silences of prayer,<br>Somewhat I seemed to hear, which hath to me<br>Been hope, strength, comfort, and I give it thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The riddle of the world is understood<br>Only by him who feels that God is good,<br>As only he can feel who makes his love<br>The ladder of his faith, and climbs above<br>On th' rounds of his best instincts; draws no line<br>Between mere human goodness and divine,<br>But, judging God by what in him is best,<br>With a child's trust leans on a Father's breast,<br>And hears unmoved the old creeds babble still<br>Of kingly power and dread caprice of will,<br>Chary of blessing, prodigal of curse,<br>The pitiless doomsman of the universe.<br>Can Hatred ask for love? Can Selfishness<br>Invite to self-denial? Is He less<br>Than man in kindly dealing? Can He break<br>His own great law of fatherhood, forsake<br>And curse His children? Not for earth and heaven<br>Can separate tables of the law be given.<br>No rule can bind which He himself denies;<br>The truths of time are not eternal lies.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So heard I; and the chaos round me spread<br>To light and order grew; and, 'Lord,' I said,<br>'Our sins are our tormentors, worst of all<br>Felt in distrustful shame that dares not call<br>Upon Thee as our Father. We have set<br>A strange god up, but Thou remainest yet.<br>All that I feel of pity Thou hast known<br>Before I was; my best is all Thy own.<br>From Thy great heart of goodness mine but drew<br>Wishes and prayers; but Thou, O Lord, wilt do,<br>In Thy own time, by ways I cannot see,<br>All that I feel when I am nearest 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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On the great waters of the unsounded sea,
Momently listening with suspended oar
For the low rote of waves upon a shore
Changeless as heaven, where never fog-cloud drifts
Over its windless wood, nor mir..."></div>
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