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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brewing Of Soma</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke<br>Up through the green wood curled;<br>'Bring honey from the hollow oak,<br>Bring milky sap,' the brewers spoke,<br>In the childhood of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And brewed they well or brewed they ill,<br>The priests thrust in their rods,<br>First tasted, and then drank their fill,<br>And shouted, with one voice and will,<br>'Behold the drink of gods!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drank, and to! in heart and brain<br>A new, glad life began;<br>The gray of hair grew young again,<br>The sick man laughed away his pain,<br>The cripple leaped and ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Drink, mortals, what the gods have sent,<br>Forget your long annoy.'<br>So sang the priests. From tent to tent<br>The Soma's sacred madness went,<br>A storm of drunken joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then knew each rapt inebriate<br>A winged and glorious birth,<br>Soared upward, with strange joy elate,<br>Beat, with dazed head, Varuna's gate,<br>And, sobered, sank to earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land with Soma's praises rang;<br>On Gihon's banks of shade<br>Its hymns the dusky maidens sang;<br>In joy of life or mortal pang<br>All men to Soma prayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning twilight of the race<br>Sends down these matin psalms;<br>And still with wondering eyes we trace<br>The simple prayers to Soma's grace,<br>That Vedic verse embalms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in that child-world's early year,<br>Each after age has striven<br>By music, incense, vigils drear,<br>And trance, to bring the skies more near,<br>Or lift men up to heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some fever of the blood and brain,<br>Some self-exalting spell,<br>The scourger's keen delight of pain,<br>The Dervish dance, the Orphic strain,<br>The wild-haired Bacchant's yell,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The desert's hair-grown hermit sunk<br>The saner brute below;<br>The naked Santon, hashish-drunk,<br>The cloister madness of the monk,<br>The fakir's torture-show!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet the past comes round again,<br>And new doth old fulfil;<br>In sensual transports wild as vain<br>We brew in many a Christian fane<br>The heathen Soma still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Lord and Father of mankind,<br>Forgive our foolish ways!<br>Reclothe us in our rightful mind,<br>In purer lives Thy service find,<br>In deeper reverence, praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In simple trust like theirs who heard<br>Beside the Syrian sea<br>The gracious calling of the Lord,<br>Let us, like them, without a word,<br>Rise up and follow Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Sabbath rest by Galilee!<br>O calm of hills above,<br>Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee<br>The silence of eternity<br>Interpreted by love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that deep hush subduing all<br>Our words and works that drown<br>The tender whisper of Thy call,<br>As noiseless let Thy blessing fall<br>As fell Thy manna down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drop Thy still dews of quietness,<br>Till all our strivings cease;<br>Take from our souls the strain and stress,<br>And let our ordered lives confess<br>The beauty of Thy peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe through the heats of our desire<br>Thy coolness and Thy balm;<br>Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;<br>Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,<br>O still, small voice of calm!</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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Up through the green wood curled;
'Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap,' the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.

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