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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fifth Sunday In Lent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The historic Muse, from age to age,<br>Through many a waste heart-sickening page<br> Hath traced the works of Man:<br>But a celestial call to-day<br>Stays her, like Moses, on her way,<br> The works of God to scan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far seen across the sandy wild,<br>Where, like a solitary child,<br> He thoughtless roamed and free,<br>One towering thorn was wrapt in flame -<br>Bright without blaze it went and came:<br> Who would not turn and see?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the mountain ledges green<br>The scattered sheep at will may glean<br> The Desert's spicy stores:<br>The while, with undivided heart,<br>The shepherd talks with God apart,<br> And, as he talks, adores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye too, who tend Christ's wildering flock,<br>Well may ye gather round the rock<br> That once was Sion's hill:<br>To watch the fire upon the mount<br>Still blazing, like the solar fount,<br> Yet unconsuming still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caught from that blaze by wrath Divine,<br>Lost branches of the once-loved vine,<br> Now withered, spent, and sere,<br>See Israel's sons, like glowing brands,<br>Tossed wildly o'er a thousand lands<br> For twice a thousand year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God will not quench nor slay them quite,<br>But lifts them like a beacon-light<br> The apostate Church to scare;<br>Or like pale ghosts that darkling roam,<br>Hovering around their ancient home,<br> But find no refuge there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye blessed Angels! if of you<br>There be, who love the ways to view<br> Of Kings and Kingdoms here;<br>(And sure, 'tis worth an Angel's gaze,<br>To see, throughout that dreary maze,<br> God teaching love and fear </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh say, in all the bleak expanse<br>Is there a spot to win your glance,<br> So bright, so dark as this?<br>A hopeless faith, a homeless race,<br>Yet seeking the most holy place,<br> And owning the true bliss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Salted with fire they seem, to show<br>How spirits lost in endless woe<br> May undecaying live.<br>Oh, sickening thought! yet hold it fast<br>Long as this glittering world shall last,<br> Or sin at heart survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hark! amid the flashing fire,<br>Mingling with tones of fear and ire,<br> Soft Mercy's undersong -<br>'Tis Abraham's God who speaks so loud,<br>His people's cries have pierced the cloud,<br> He sees, He sees their wrong;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is come down to break their chain;<br>Though nevermore on Sion's fane<br> His visible ensign wave;<br>'Tis Sion, wheresoe'er they dwell,<br>Who, with His own true Israel,<br> Shall own Him strong to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall redeem them one by one,<br>Where'er the world-encircling sun<br> Shall see them meekly kneel:<br>All that He asks on Israel's part,<br>Is only that the captive heart<br> Its woe and burthen feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gentiles! with fixed yet awful eye<br>Turn ye this page of mystery,<br> Nor slight the warning sound:<br>&quot;Put off thy shoes from off thy feet -<br>The place where man his God shall meet,<br> Be sure, is holy ground.&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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Through many a waste heart-sickening page
 Hath traced the works of Man:
But a celestial call to-day
Stays her, like Moses, on her way,
 The works of God to scan.

Far seen across the sandy wild,
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