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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mystic’s Christmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All hail!' the bells of Christmas rang,<br>'All hail!' the monks at Christmas sang,<br>The merry monks who kept with cheer<br>The gladdest day of all their year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still apart, unmoved thereat,<br>A pious elder brother sat<br>Silent, in his accustomed place,<br>With God's sweet peace upon his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why sitt'st thou thus?' his brethren cried.<br>'It is the blessed Christmas-tide;<br>The Christmas lights are all aglow,<br>The sacred lilies bud and blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Above our heads the joy-bells ring,<br>Without the happy children sing,<br>And all God's creatures hail the morn<br>On which the holy Christ was born!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rejoice with us; no more rebuke<br>Our gladness with thy quiet look.'<br>The gray monk answered: 'Keep, I pray,<br>Even as ye list, the Lord's birthday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let heathen Yule fires flicker red<br>Where thronged refectory feasts are spread;<br>With mystery-play and masque and mime<br>And wait-songs speed the holy time!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The blindest faith may haply save;<br>The Lord accepts the things we have;<br>And reverence, howsoe'er it strays,<br>May find at last the shining ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They needs must grope who cannot see,<br>The blade before the ear must be;<br>As ye are feeling I have felt,<br>And where ye dwell I too have dwelt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now, beyond the things of sense,<br>Beyond occasions and events,<br>I know, through God's exceeding grace,<br>Release from form and time and place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I listen, from no mortal tongue,<br>To hear the song the angels sung;<br>And wait within myself to know<br>The Christmas lilies bud and blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The outward symbols disappear<br>From him whose inward sight is clear;<br>And small must be the choice of clays<br>To him who fills them all with praise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Keep while you need it, brothers mine,<br>With honest zeal your Christmas sign,<br>But judge not him who every morn<br>Feels in his heart the Lord Christ born!'</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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'All hail!' the monks at Christmas sang,
The merry monks who kept with cheer
The gladdest day of all their year.

But still apart, unmoved thereat,
A pious elder brother sat
Silent, in his accustomed place,..."></div>
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