<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invocation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,<br>Formless and void the dead earth rolled;<br>Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blind<br>To the great lights which o'er it shined;<br>No sound, no ray, no warmth, no breath,--<br>A dumb despair, a wandering death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To that dark, weltering horror came<br>Thy spirit, like a subtle flame,--<br>A breath of life electrical,<br>Awakening and transforming all,<br>Till beat and thrilled in every part<br>The pulses of a living heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then knew their bounds the land and sea;<br>Then smiled the bloom of mead and tree;<br>From flower to moth, from beast to man,<br>The quick creative impulse ran;<br>And earth, with life from thee renewed,<br>Was in thy holy eyesight good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As lost and void, as dark and cold<br>And formless as that earth of old;<br>A wandering waste of storm and night,<br>Midst spheres of song and realms of light;<br>A blot upon thy holy sky,<br>Untouched, unwarned of thee, am I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou who movest on the deep<br>Of spirits, wake my own from sleep<br>Its darkness melt, its coldness warm,<br>The lost restore, the ill transform,<br>That flower and fruit henceforth may be<br>Its grateful offering, worthy 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> <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=420540" data-title="Invocation de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old, Formless and void the dead earth rolled; Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blind To the great lights which o'er it shined; No sound, no ray, no warmth, no breath,-- A dumb despair, a wandering death. To tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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