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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gunpowder Treason</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the burning eastern sky<br> The Cross was raised at morn:<br>The widowed Church to weep stood by,<br> The world, to hate and scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, journeying westward, evermore<br> We know the lonely Spouse<br>By the dear mark her Saviour bore<br> Traced on her patient brows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Rome she wears it, as of old<br> Upon th' accursed hill:<br>By monarchs clad in gems and gold,<br> She goes a mourner still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She mourns that tender hearts should bend<br> Before a meaner shrine,<br>And upon Saint or Angel spend<br> The love that should be thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By day and night her sorrows fall<br> Where miscreant hands and rude<br>Have stained her pure ethereal pall<br> With many a martyr's blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yearns not her parental heart,<br> To hear THEIR secret sighs,<br>Upon whose doubting way apart<br> Bewildering shadows rise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who to her side in peace would cling,<br> But fear to wake, and find<br>What they had deemed her genial wing<br> Was Error's soothing blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She treasures up each throbbing prayer:<br> Come, trembler, come and pour<br>Into her bosom all thy care,<br> For she has balm in store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her gentle teaching sweetly blends<br> With this clear light of Truth<br>The aerial gleam that Fancy lends<br> To solemn thoughts in youth. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou hast loved, in hours of gloom,<br> To dream the dead are near,<br>And people all the lonely room<br> With guardian spirits dear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream on the soothing dream at will:<br> The lurid mist is o'er,<br>That showed the righteous suffering still<br> Upon th' eternal shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If with thy heart the strains accord,<br> That on His altar-throne<br>Highest exalt thy glorious Lord,<br> Yet leave Him most thine own;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, come to our Communion Feast:<br> There present, in the heart<br>As in the hands, th' eternal Priest<br> Will His true self impart. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, should thy soul misgiving turn<br> Back to the enchanted air,<br>Solace and warning thou mayst learn<br> From all that tempts thee there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! by all the pangs and fears<br> Fraternal spirits know,<br>When for an elder's shame the tears<br> Of wakeful anguish flow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speak gently of our sister's fall:<br> Who knows but gentle love<br>May win her at our patient call<br> The surer way to prove?</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 Cross was raised at morn:
The widowed Church to weep stood by,
 The world, to hate and scorn.

Now, journeying westward, evermore
 We know the lonely Spouse
By the dear mark her Saviour bore
 Traced on her pati..."></div>
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