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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crucifixion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunlight upon Judha's hills!<br>And on the waves of Galilee;<br>On Jordan's stream, and on the rills<br>That feed the dead and sleeping sea!<br>Most freshly from the green wood springs<br>The light breeze on its scented wings;<br>And gayly quiver in the sun<br>The cedar tops of Lebanon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few more hours,--a change hath come!<br>The sky is dark without a cloud!<br>The shouts of wrath and joy are dumb,<br>And proud knees unto earth are bowed.<br>A change is on the hill of Death,<br>The helmed watchers pant for breath,<br>And turn with wild and maniac eyes<br>From the dark scene of sacrifice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Sacrifice!--the death of Him,--<br>The Christ of God, the holy One!<br>Well may the conscious Heaven grow dim,<br>And blacken the beholding, Sun.<br>The wonted light hath fled away,<br>Night settles on the middle day,<br>And earthquake from his caverned bed<br>Is waking with a thrill of dread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead are waking underneath!<br>Their prison door is rent away!<br>And, ghastly with the seal of death,<br>They wander in the eye of day!<br>The temple of the Cherubim,<br>The House of God is cold and dim;<br>A curse is on its trembling walls,<br>Its mighty veil asunder falls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well may the cavern-depths of Earth<br>Be shaken, and her mountains nod;<br>Well may the sheeted dead come forth<br>To see the suffering son of God!<br>Well may the temple-shrine grow dim,<br>And shadows veil the Cherubim,<br>When He, the chosen one of Heaven,<br>A sacrifice for guilt is given!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall the sinful heart, alone,<br>Behold unmoved the fearful hour,<br>When Nature trembled on her throne,<br>And Death resigned his iron power?<br>Oh, shall the heart--whose sinfulness<br>Gave keenness to His sore distress,<br>And added to His tears of blood--<br>Refuse its trembling gratitude!</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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And on the waves of Galilee;
On Jordan's stream, and on the rills
That feed the dead and sleeping sea!
Most freshly from the green wood springs
The light breeze on its scented wings;
And gayly quiver in the sun
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