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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burial</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto<br>her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier; and they that<br>bare him stood still. And He said, Young man, I say unto thee,<br>Arise.--St. Luke vii. 13, 14.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who says, the wan autumnal soon<br> Beams with too faint a smile<br>To light up nature's face again,<br>And, though the year be on this wane,<br> With thoughts of spring the heart beguile?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waft him, thou soft September breeze,<br> And gently lay him down<br>Within some circling woodland wall,<br>Where bright leaves, reddening ere they fall,<br> Wave gaily o'er the waters brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let some graceful arch be there<br> With wreathed mullions proud,<br>With burnished ivy for its screen,<br>And moss, that glows as fresh and green<br> As thought beneath an April cloud. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who says the widow's heart must break,<br> The childless mother sink? -<br>A kinder truer voice I hear,<br>Which e'en beside that mournful bier<br> Whence parents' eyes would hopeless shrink,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bids weep no more--O heart bereft,<br> How strange, to thee, that sound!<br>A widow o'er her only son,<br>Feeling more bitterly alone<br> For friends that press officious round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet is the voice of comfort heard,<br> For Christ hath touched the bier -<br>The bearers wait with wondering eye,<br>The swelling bosom dares not sigh,<br> But all is still, 'twixt hope and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en such an awful soothing calm<br> We sometimes see alight<br>On Christian mourners, while they wait<br>In silence, by some churchyard gate,<br> Their summons to this holy rite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And such the tones of love, which break<br> The stillness of that hour,<br>Quelling th' embittered spirit's strife -<br>&quot;The Resurrection and the Life<br> Am I: believe, and die no more.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unchanged that voice--and though not yet<br> The dead sit up and speak,<br>Answering its call; we gladlier rest<br>Our darlings on earth's quiet breast,<br> And our hearts feel they must not break.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far better they should sleep awhile<br> Within the Church's shade,<br>Nor wake, until new heaven, new earth,<br>Meet for their new immortal birth<br> For their abiding-place be made,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than wander back to life, and lean<br> On our frail love once more.<br>'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose<br>Friends out of sight, in faith to muse<br> How grows in Paradise our store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then pass, ye mourners, cheerly on,<br> Through prayer unto the tomb,<br>Still, as ye watch life's falling leaf,<br>Gathering from every loss and grief<br> Hope of new spring and endless home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then cheerly to your work again<br> With hearts new-braced and set<br>To run, untired, love's blessed race.<br>As meet for those, who face to face<br> Over the grave their Lord have met.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q>
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