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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fourth Sunday In Advent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the bright things in earth and air<br> How little can the heart embrace!<br>Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -<br> I know it well, but cannot trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine eye unworthy seems to read<br> One page of Nature's beauteous book;<br>It lies before me, fair outspread -<br> I only cast a wishful look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot paint to Memory's eye<br> The scene, the glance, I dearest love -<br>Unchanged themselves, in me they die,<br> Or faint or false their shadows prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain, with dull and tuneless ear,<br> I linger by soft Music's cell,<br>And in my heart of hearts would hear<br> What to her own she deigns to tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis misty all, both sight and sound -<br> I only know 'tis fair and sweet -<br>'Tis wandering on enchanted ground<br> With dizzy brow and tottering feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But patience! there may come a time<br> When these dull ears shall scan aright<br>Strains that outring Earth's drowsy chime,<br> As Heaven outshines the taper's light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These eyes, that dazzled now and weak,<br> At glancing motes in sunshine wink.<br>Shall see the Kings full glory break,<br> Nor from the blissful vision shrink:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fearless love and hope uncloyed<br> For ever on that ocean bright<br>Empowered to gaze; and undestroyed,<br> Deeper and deeper plunge in light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though scarcely now their laggard glance<br> Reach to an arrow's flight, that day<br>They shall behold, and not in trance,<br> The region &quot;very far away.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Memory sometimes at our spell<br> Refuse to speak, or speak amiss,<br>We shall not need her where we dwell<br> Ever in sight of all our bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, if over sea or sky<br> Some tender lights unnoticed fleet,<br>Or on loved features dawn and die,<br> Unread, to us, their lesson sweet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet are there saddening sights around,<br> Which Heaven, in mercy, spares us too,<br>And we see far in holy ground,<br> If duly purged our mental view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The distant landscape draws not nigh<br> For all our gazing; but the soul,<br>That upward looks, may still descry<br> Nearer, each day, the brightening goal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, too curious ear, that fain<br> Wouldst thread the maze of Harmony,<br>Content thee with one simple strain,<br> The lowlier, sure, the worthier thee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till thou art duly trained, and taught<br> The concord sweet of Love divine:<br>Then, with that inward Music fraught,<br> For ever rise, and sing, and shine.</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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 How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
 I know it well, but cannot trace.

Mine eye unworthy seems to read
 One page of Nature's beauteous book;
It lies before me, fair ..."></div>
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