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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burial of the Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd <br>Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure, <br>Thy place in Paradise <br>Beyond where I could soar; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts<br>Spring like unbidden violets from the sod, <br>Where patiently thou tak'st <br>Thy sweet and sure repose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadows fall more soothing: the soft air <br>Is full of cheering whispers like thine own;<br>While Memory, by thy grave, <br>Lives o'er thy funeral day; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deep knell dying down, the mourners' pause, <br>Waiting their Saviour's welcome at the gate.— <br>Sure with the words of Heaven <br>Thy spirit met us there, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sought with us along th' accustom'd way <br>The hallow'd porch, and entering in, beheld <br>The pageant of sad joy <br>So dear to Faith and Hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! hadst thou brought a strain from Paradise <br>To cheer us, happy soul, thou hadst not touch'd <br>The sacred springs of grief <br>More tenderly and true, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than those deep-warbled anthems, high and low, <br>Low as the grave, high as th' Eternal Throne, <br>Guiding through light and gloom <br>Our mourning fancies wild, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till gently, like soft golden clouds at eve <br>Around the western twilight, all subside <br>Into a placid faith, <br>That even with beaming eye </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Counts thy sad honours, coffin, bier, and pall; <br>So many relics of a frail love lost, <br>So many tokens dear <br>Of endless love begun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen! it is no dream: th' Apostles' trump <br>Gives earnest of th' Archangel's;—calmly now, <br>Our hearts yet beating high <br>To that victorious lay </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Most like a warrior's, to the martial dirge <br>Of a true comrade), in the grave we trust <br>Our treasure for awhile: <br>And if a tear steal down, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If human anguish o'er the shaded brow <br>Pass shuddering, when the handful of pure earth <br>Touches the coffin-lid; <br>If at our brother's name, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once and again the thought, 'for ever gone,' <br>Come o'er us like a cloud; yet, gentle spright, <br>Thou turnest not away, <br>Thou know'st us calm at heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One look, and we have seen our last of thee, <br>Till we too sleep and our long sleep be o'er. <br>O cleanse us, ere we view <br>That countenance pure again, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who canst change the heart, and raise the dead! <br>As Thou art by to soothe our parting hour, <br>Be ready when we meet, <br>With Thy dear pardoning words.</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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Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure, 
Thy place in Paradise 
Beyond where I could soar; 

Friend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts
Spring like unbidden violets from the sod, 
Where pa..."></div>
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