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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cathchism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes<br> To childish ears are vain,<br>That the young mind at random floats,<br> And cannot reach the strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim or unheard, the words may fall,<br> And yet the heaven-taught mind<br>May learn the sacred air, and all<br> The harmony unwind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was not our Lord a little child,<br> Taught by degrees to pray,<br>By father dear and mother mild<br> Instructed day by day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And loved He not of Heaven to talk<br> With children in His sight,<br>To meet them in His daily walk,<br> And to His arms invite?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though around His throne of fire<br> The everlasting chant<br>Be wafted from the seraph choir<br> In glory jubilant?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet stoops He, ever pleased to mark<br> Our rude essays of love,<br>Faint as the pipe of wakening lark,<br> Heard by some twilight grove:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet is He near us, to survey<br> These bright and ordered files,<br>Like spring-flowers in their best array,<br> All silence and all smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Save that each little voice in turn<br> Some glorious truth proclaims,<br>What sages would have died to learn,<br> Now taught by cottage dames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if some tones be false or low,<br> What are all prayers beneath<br>But cries of babes, that cannot know<br> Half the deep thought they breathe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In His own words we Christ adore,<br> But angels, as we speak,<br>Higher above our meaning soar<br> Than we o'er children weak:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet His words mean more than they,<br> And yet He owns their praise:<br>Why should we think, He turns away<br> From infants' simple lays?</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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 To childish ears are vain,
That the young mind at random floats,
 And cannot reach the strain.

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 And yet the heaven-taught mind
May learn the sacred air, and all
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