<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Confirmation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud<br> Calm on this tents of Israel lay,<br>While drooping paused twelve banners proud,<br> Till He arise and lead this way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to the desert breeze unrolled,<br> Cheerly the waving pennons fly,<br>Lion or eagle--each bright fold<br> A lodestar to a warrior's eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So should Thy champions, ere this strife<br> By holy hands o'ershadowed kneel,<br>So, fearless for their charmed life,<br> Bear, to this end, Thy Spirit's seal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steady and pure as stars that beam<br> In middle heaven, all mist above,<br>Seen deepest in this frozen stream:-<br> Such is their high courageous love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soft as pure, and warm as bright,<br> They brood upon life's peaceful hour,<br>As if the Dove that guides their flight<br> Shook from her plumes a downy shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of might and sweetness too!<br> Now leading on the wars of God,<br>Now to green isles of shade and dew<br> Turning the waste Thy people trod;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil<br> Between us and the fires of youth;<br>Breathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale,<br> Our fevered brow in age to soothe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft as sin and sorrow tire,<br> This hallowed hour do Thou renew,<br>When beckoned up the awful choir<br> By pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When trembling at this sacred rail<br> We hid our eyes and held our breath,<br>Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail,<br> And longed to own Thee to the death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ever on our souls be traced<br> That blessing dear, that dove-like hand,<br>A sheltering rock in Memory's waste,<br> O'er-shadowing all the weary land.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421154" data-title="Confirmation de John Keble" data-description="The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud Calm on this tents of Israel lay, While drooping paused twelve banners proud, Till He arise and lead this way. Then to the desert breeze unrolled, Cheerly the waving pennons fly, Lion or eagle--each bright fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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