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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Easter Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid<br> Deep in Thy darksome bed;<br> All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone<br> Thy sacred form is gone;<br> Around those lips where power and mercy hung,<br> The dews of deaths have clung;<br> The dull earth o'er Thee, and Thy foes around,<br>Thou sleep'st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sleep'st Thou indeed? or is Thy spirit fled,<br> At large among the dead?<br> Whether in Eden bowers Thy welcome voice<br> Wake Abraham to rejoice,<br> Or in some drearier scene Thine eye controls<br> The thronging band of souls;<br> That, as Thy blood won earth, Thine agony<br>Might set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where'er Thou roam'st, one happy soul, we know,<br> Seen at Thy side in woe,<br> Waits on Thy triumphs--even as all the blest<br> With him and Thee shall rest.<br> Each on his cross; by Thee we hang a while,<br> Watching Thy patient smile,<br> Till we have learned to say, &quot;'Tis justly done,<br>Only in glory, LORD, Thy sinful servant own.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Soon wilt Thou take us to Thy tranquil bower<br> To rest one little hour,<br> Till Thine elect are numbered, and the grave<br> Call Thee to come and save:<br> Then on Thy bosom borne shall we descend<br> Again with earth to blend,<br> Earth all refined with bright supernal fires,<br>Tinctured with holy blood, and winged with pure desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Meanwhile with every son and saint of Thine<br> Along the glorious line,<br> Sitting by turns beneath Thy sacred feet<br> We'll hold communion sweet,<br> Know them by look and voice, and thank them all<br> For helping us in thrall,<br> For words of hope, and bright examples given<br>To show through moonless skies that there is light in Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O come that day, when in this restless heart<br> Earth shall resign her part,<br> When in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest,<br> My soul with Thee be blest!<br> But stay, presumptuous--CHRIST with Thee abides<br> In the rock's dreary sides:<br> He from this stone will wring Celestial dew<br>If but this prisoner's heart he faithful found and true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When tears are spent, and then art left alone<br> With ghosts of blessings gone,<br> Think thou art taken from the cross, and laid<br> In JESUS' burial shade;<br> Take Moses' rod, the rod of prayer, and call<br> Out of the rocky wall<br> The fount of holy blood; and lift on high<br>Thy grovelling soul that feels so desolate and dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Prisoner of Hope thou art--look up and sing<br> In hope of promised spring.<br> As in the pit his father's darling lay<br> Beside the desert way,<br> And knew not how, but knew his GOD would save<br> E'en from that living grave,<br> So, buried with our LORD, we'll chose our eyes<br>To the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.</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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 Deep in Thy darksome bed;
 All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone
 Thy sacred form is gone;
 Around those lips where power and mercy hung,
 The dews of deaths have clung;
 The dull earth o'er Th..."></div>
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