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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immortal Love, forever full,<br>Forever flowing free,<br>Forever shared, forever whole,<br>A never-ebbing sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our outward lips confess the name<br>All other names above;<br>Love only knoweth whence it came<br>And comprehendeth love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, winds of God, awake and blow<br>The mists of earth away!<br>Shine out, O Light Divine, and show<br>How wide and far we stray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush every lip, close every book,<br>The strife of tongues forbear;<br>Why forward reach, or backward look,<br>For love that clasps like air?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We may not climb the heavenly steeps<br>To bring the Lord Christ down<br>In vain we search the lowest deeps,<br>For Him no depths can drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor holy bread, nor blood of grape,<br>The lineaments restore<br>Of Him we know in outward shape<br>And in the flesh no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cometh not a king to reign;<br>The world's long hope is dim;<br>The weary centuries watch in vain<br>The clouds of heaven for Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death comes, life goes; the asking eye<br>And ear are answerless;<br>The grave is dumb, the hollow sky<br>Is sad with silentness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The letter fails, and systems fall,<br>And every symbol wanes;<br>The Spirit over-brooding all<br>Eternal Love remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not for signs in heaven above<br>Or earth below they look,<br>Who know with John His smile of love,<br>With Peter His rebuke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In joy of inward peace, or sense<br>Of sorrow over sin,<br>He is His own best evidence,<br>His witness is within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No fable old, nor mythic lore,<br>Nor dream of bards and seers,<br>No dead fact stranded on the shore<br>Of the oblivious years;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But warm, sweet, tender, even yet<br>A present help is He;<br>And faith has still its Olivet,<br>And love its Galilee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The healing of His seamless dress<br>Is by our beds of pain;<br>We touch Him in life's throng and press,<br>And we are whole again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through Him the first fond prayers are said<br>Our lips of childhood frame,<br>The last low whispers of our dead<br>Are burdened with His name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Lord and Master of us all!<br>Whate'er our name or sign,<br>We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,<br>We test our lives by Thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou judgest us; Thy purity<br>Doth all our lusts condemn;<br>The love that draws us nearer Thee<br>Is hot with wrath to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our thoughts lie open to Thy sight;<br>And, naked to Thy glance,<br>Our secret sins are in the light<br>Of Thy pure countenance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy healing pains, a keen distress<br>Thy tender light shines in;<br>Thy sweetness is the bitterness,<br>Thy grace the pang of sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, weak and blinded though we be,<br>Thou dost our service own;<br>We bring our varying gifts to Thee,<br>And Thou rejectest none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Thee our full humanity,<br>Its joys and pains, belong;<br>The wrong of man to man on Thee<br>Inflicts a deeper wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who hates, hates Thee, who loves becomes<br>Therein to Thee allied;<br>All sweet accords of hearts and homes<br>In Thee are multiplied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep strike Thy roots, O heavenly Vine,<br>Within our earthly sod,<br>Most human and yet most divine,<br>The flower of man and God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight<br>Thy presence maketh one<br>As through transfigured clouds of white<br>We trace the noon-day sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, to our mortal eyes subdued,<br>Flesh-veiled, but not concealed,<br>We know in Thee the fatherhood<br>And heart of God revealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We faintly hear, we dimly see,<br>In differing phrase we pray;<br>But, dim or clear, we own in Thee<br>The Light, the Truth, the Way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The homage that we render Thee<br>Is still our Father's own;<br>No jealous claim or rivalry<br>Divides the Cross and Throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To do Thy will is more than praise,<br>As words are less than deeds,<br>And simple trust can find Thy ways<br>We miss with chart of creeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No pride of self Thy service hath,<br>No place for me and mine;<br>Our human strength is weakness, death<br>Our life, apart from Thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apart from Thee all gain is loss,<br>All labor vainly done;<br>The solemn shadow of Thy Cross<br>Is better than the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone, O Love ineffable!<br>Thy saving name is given;<br>To turn aside from Thee is hell,<br>To walk with Thee is heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How vain, secure in all Thou art,<br>Our noisy championship<br>The sighing of the contrite heart<br>Is more than flattering lip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not Thine the bigot's partial plea,<br>Nor Thine the zealot's ban;<br>Thou well canst spare a love of Thee<br>Which ends in hate of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,<br>What may Thy service be?--<br>Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,<br>But simply following Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We bring no ghastly holocaust,<br>We pile no graven stone;<br>He serves thee best who loveth most<br>His brothers and Thy own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy litanies, sweet offices<br>Of love and gratitude;<br>Thy sacramental liturgies,<br>The joy of doing good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain shall waves of incense drift<br>The vaulted nave around,<br>In vain the minster turret lift<br>Its brazen weights of sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart must ring Thy Christmas bells,<br>Thy inward altars raise;<br>Its faith and hope Thy canticles,<br>And its obedience praise!</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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Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!

Our outward lips confess the name
All other names above;
Love only knoweth whence it came
And comprehendeth love.

Blow, winds of God, awake and..."></div>
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