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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vision Of Echard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Benedictine Echard<br>Sat by the wayside well,<br>Where Marsberg sees the bridal<br>Of the Sarre and the Moselle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair with its sloping vineyards<br>And tawny chestnut bloom,<br>The happy vale Ausonius sunk<br>For holy Treves made room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the shrine Helena builded<br>To keep the Christ coat well,<br>On minster tower and kloster cross,<br>The westering sunshine fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, where the rock-hewn circles<br>O'erlooked the Roman's game,<br>The veil of sleep fell on him,<br>And his thought a dream became.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt the heart of silence<br>Throb with a soundless word,<br>And by the inward ear alone<br>A spirit's voice he heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the spoken word seemed written<br>On air and wave and sod,<br>And the bending walls of sapphire<br>Blazed with the thought of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What lack I, O my children?<br>All things are in my band;<br>The vast earth and the awful stars<br>I hold as grains of sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Need I your alms? The silver<br>And gold are mine alone;<br>The gifts ye bring before me<br>Were evermore my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Heed I the noise of viols,<br>Your pomp of masque and show?<br>Have I not dawns and sunsets<br>Have I not winds that blow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do I smell your gums of incense?<br>Is my ear with chantings fed?<br>Taste I your wine of worship,<br>Or eat your holy bread?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of rank and name and honors<br>Am I vain as ye are vain?<br>What can Eternal Fulness<br>From your lip-service gain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye make me not your debtor<br>Who serve yourselves alone;<br>Ye boast to me of homage<br>Whose gain is all your own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For you I gave the prophets,<br>For you the Psalmist's lay<br>For you the law's stone tables,<br>And holy book and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye change to weary burdens<br>The helps that should uplift;<br>Ye lose in form the spirit,<br>The Giver in the gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who called ye to self-torment,<br>To fast and penance vain?<br>Dream ye Eternal Goodness<br>Has joy in mortal pain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For the death in life of Nitria,<br>For your Chartreuse ever dumb,<br>What better is the neighbor,<br>Or happier the home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who counts his brother's welfare<br>As sacred as his own,<br>And loves, forgives, and pities,<br>He serveth me alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I note each gracious purpose,<br>Each kindly word and deed;<br>Are ye not all my children?<br>Shall not the Father heed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No prayer for light and guidance<br>Is lost upon mine ear<br>The child's cry in the darkness<br>Shall not the Father hear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I loathe your wrangling councils,<br>I tread upon your creeds;<br>Who made ye mine avengers,<br>Or told ye of my needs;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I bless men and ye curse them,<br>I love them and ye hate;<br>Ye bite and tear each other,<br>I suffer long and wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye bow to ghastly symbols,<br>To cross and scourge and thorn;<br>Ye seek his Syrian manger<br>Who in the heart is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For the dead Christ, not the living,<br>Ye watch His empty grave,<br>Whose life alone within you<br>Has power to bless and save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O blind ones, outward groping,<br>The idle quest forego;<br>Who listens to His inward voice<br>Alone of Him shall know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His love all love exceeding<br>The heart must needs recall,<br>Its self-surrendering freedom,<br>Its loss that gaineth all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Climb not the holy mountains,<br>Their eagles know not me;<br>Seek not the Blessed Islands,<br>I dwell not in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gone is the mount of Meru,<br>The triple gods are gone,<br>And, deaf to all the lama's prayers,<br>The Buddha slumbers on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No more from rocky Horeb<br>The smitten waters gush;<br>Fallen is Bethel's ladder,<br>Quenched is the burning bush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The jewels of the Urim<br>And Thurnmim all are dim;<br>The fire has left the altar,<br>The sign the teraphim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No more in ark or hill grove<br>The Holiest abides;<br>Not in the scroll's dead letter<br>The eternal secret hides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The eye shall fail that searches<br>For me the hollow sky;<br>The far is even as the near,<br>The low is as the high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What if the earth is hiding<br>Her old faiths, long outworn?<br>What is it to the changeless truth<br>That yours shall fail in turn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What if the o'erturned altar<br>Lays bare the ancient lie?<br>What if the dreams and legends<br>Of the world's childhood die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have ye not still my witness<br>Within yourselves alway,<br>My hand that on the keys of life<br>For bliss or bale I lay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Still, in perpetual judgment,<br>I hold assize within,<br>With sure reward of holiness,<br>And dread rebuke of sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A light, a guide, a warning,<br>A presence ever near,<br>Through the deep silence of the flesh<br>I reach the inward ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Gerizim and Ebal<br>Are in each human soul,<br>The still, small voice of blessing,<br>And Sinai's thunder-roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The stern behest of duty,<br>The doom-book open thrown,<br>The heaven ye seek, the hell ye fear,<br>Are with yourselves alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gold and purple sunset<br>Flowed down the broad Moselle;<br>On hills of vine and meadow lands<br>The peace of twilight fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A slow, cool wind of evening<br>Blew over leaf and bloom;<br>And, faint and far, the Angelus<br>Rang from Saint Matthew's tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up rose Master Echard,<br>And marvelled: 'Can it be<br>That here, in dream and vision,<br>The Lord hath talked with me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went his way; behind him<br>The shrines of saintly dead,<br>The holy coat and nail of cross,<br>He left unvisited.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sought the vale of Eltzbach<br>His burdened soul to free,<br>Where the foot-hills of the Eifel<br>Are glassed in Laachersee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, in his Order's kloster,<br>He sat, in night-long parle,<br>With Tauler of the Friends of God,<br>And Nicolas of Basle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo! the twain made answer<br>'Yea, brother, even thus<br>The Voice above all voices<br>Hath spoken unto us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The world will have its idols,<br>And flesh and sense their sign<br>But the blinded eyes shall open,<br>And the gross ear be fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What if the vision tarry?<br>God's time is always best;<br>The true Light shall be witnessed,<br>The Christ within confessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In mercy or in judgment<br>He shall turn and overturn,<br>Till the heart shall be His temple<br>Where all of Him shall learn.'</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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Sat by the wayside well,
Where Marsberg sees the bridal
Of the Sarre and the Moselle.

Fair with its sloping vineyards
And tawny chestnut bloom,
The happy vale Ausonius sunk
For holy Treves made room.

On the shrine Helena b..."></div>
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