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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies,<br> Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,<br>What more than magic in you lies,<br> To fill the heart's fond view?<br>In childhood's sports, companions gay,<br>In sorrow, on Life's downward way,<br>How soothing! in our last decay<br> Memorials prompt and true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relics ye are of Eden's bowers,<br> As pure, as fragrant, and as fair,<br>As when ye crowned the sunshine hours<br> Of happy wanderers there.<br>Fall'n all beside--the world of life,<br>How is it stained with fear and strife!<br>In Reason's world what storms are rife,<br> What passions range and glare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But cheerful and unchanged the while<br> Your first and perfect form ye show,<br>The same that won Eve's matron smile<br> In the world's opening glow.<br>The stars of heaven a course are taught<br>Too high above our human thought:<br>Ye may be found if ye are sought,<br> And as we gaze, we know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye dwell beside our paths and homes,<br> Our paths of sin, our homes of sorrow,<br>And guilty man where'er he roams,<br> Your innocent mirth may borrow.<br>The birds of air before us fleet,<br>They cannot brook our shame to meet -<br>But we may taste your solace sweet<br> And come again to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye fearless in your nests abide -<br> Nor may we scorn, too proudly wise,<br>Your silent lessons, undescried<br> By all but lowly eyes:<br>For ye could draw th' admiring gaze<br>Of Him who worlds and hearts surveys:<br>Your order wild, your fragrant maze,<br> He taught us how to prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye felt your Maker's smile that hour,<br> As when He paused and owned you good;<br>His blessing on earth's primal bower,<br> Ye felt it all renewed.<br>What care ye now, if winter's storm<br>Sweep ruthless o'er each silken form?<br>Christ's blessing at your heart is warm,<br> Ye fear no vexing mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! of thousand bosoms kind,<br> That daily court you and caress,<br>How few the happy secret find<br> Of your calm loveliness!<br>&quot;Live for to-day! to-morrow's light<br>To-morrow's cares shall bring to sight,<br>Go sleep like closing flowers at night,<br> And Heaven thy morn will bless.&quot;</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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 Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
What more than magic in you lies,
 To fill the heart's fond view?
In childhood's sports, companions gay,
In sorrow, on Life's downward way,
How soothing! in our last deca..."></div>
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