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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fifth Sunday After Easter - Rogation Sunday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;<br> The Conqueror now<br> His bonds hath riven,<br>And Angels wonder why He stays below:<br> Yet hath not man his lesson learned,<br> How endless love should be returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep is the silence as of summer noon,<br> When a soft shower<br> Will trickle soon,<br>A gracious rain, freshening the weary bower -<br> O sweetly then far off is heard<br> The clear note of some lonely bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let Thy turtle-dove's sad call arise<br> In doubt and fear<br> Through darkening skies,<br>And pierce, O Lord, Thy justly-sealed ear,<br> Where on the house-top, all night long<br> She trills her widowed, faltering song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teach her to know and love her hour of prayer,<br> And evermore,<br> As faith grows rare,<br>Unlock her heart, and offer all its store<br> In holier love and humbler vows,<br> As suits a lost returning spouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not as at first, but with intenser cry,<br> Upon the mount<br> She now must lie,<br>Till Thy dear love to blot the sad account<br> Of her rebellious race be won,<br> Pitying the mother in the son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But chiefly (for she knows Thee angered worst<br> By holiest things<br> Profaned and curst),<br>Chiefly for Aaron's seed she spreads her wings,<br> If but one leaf she may from Thee<br> Win of the reconciling tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For what shall heal, when holy water banes!<br> Or who may guide<br> O'er desert plains<br>Thy loved yet sinful people wandering wide,<br> If Aaron's hand unshrinking mould<br> An idol form of earthly gold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep<br> Her boding sigh,<br> As, while men sleep,<br>Sad-hearted mothers heave, that wakeful lie,<br> To muse upon some darling child<br> Roaming in youth's uncertain wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight<br> Is fain to dwell -<br> What lurid light<br>Shall the last darkness of the world dispel,<br> The Mediator in His wrath<br> Descending down the lightning's path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,<br> In act to break<br> Thine outraged laws,<br>O spare Thy rebels for Thine own dear sake;<br> Withdraw Thine hand, nor dash to earth<br> The covenant of our second birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis forfeit like the first--we own it all -<br> Yet for love's sake<br> Let it not fall;<br>But at Thy touch let veiled hearts awake,<br> That nearest to Thine altar lie,<br> Yet least of holy things descry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teacher of teachers! Priest of priests! from Thee<br> The sweet strong prayer<br> Must rise, to free<br>First Levi, then all Israel, from the snare.<br> Thou art our Moses out of sight -<br> Speak for us, or we perish quite.</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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 The Conqueror now
 His bonds hath riven,
And Angels wonder why He stays below:
 Yet hath not man his lesson learned,
 How endless love should be returned.

Deep is the silence as of summer noon,
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