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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Matrimony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is an awe in mortals' joy,<br> A deep mysterious fear<br>Half of the heart will still employ,<br> As if we drew too near<br>To Eden's portal, and those fires<br>That bicker round in wavy spires,<br>Forbidding, to our frail desires,<br> What cost us once so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cower before th' heart-searching eye<br> In rapture as its pain;<br>E'en wedded Love, till Thou be nigh,<br> Dares not believe her gain:<br>Then in the air she fearless springs,<br>The breath of Heaven beneath her wings,<br>And leaves her woodnote wild, and sings<br> A tuned and measured strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill fare the lay, though soft as dew<br> And free as air it fall,<br>That, with Thine altar full in view,<br> Thy votaries would enthrall<br>To a foul dream, of heathen night,<br>Lifting her torch in Love's despite,<br>And scaring with base wild-fire light<br> The sacred nuptial hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far other strains, far other fires,<br> Our marriage-offering grace;<br>Welcome, all chaste and kind desires,<br> With even matron pace<br>Approaching down this hallowed aisle!<br>Where should ye seek Love's perfect smile,<br>But where your prayers were learned erewhile,<br> In her own native place?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, but on His benignest brow,<br> Who waits to bless you here?<br>Living, he owned no nuptial vow,<br> No bower to Fancy dear:<br>Love's very self--for Him no need<br>To nurse, on earth, the heavenly seed:<br>Yet comfort in His eye we read<br> For bridal joy and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis He who clasps the marriage band,<br> And fits the spousal ring,<br>Then leaves ye kneeling, hand in hand,<br> Out of His stores to bring<br>His Father's dearest blessing, shed<br>Of old on Isaac's nuptial bed,<br>Now on the board before ye spread<br> Of our all-bounteous King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All blessings of the breast and womb,<br> Of Heaven and earth beneath,<br>Of converse high, and sacred home,<br> Are yours, in life and death.<br>Only kneel on, nor turn away<br>From the pure shrine, where Christ to-day<br>Will store each flower, ye duteous lay,<br> For an eternal wreath.</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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 A deep mysterious fear
Half of the heart will still employ,
 As if we drew too near
To Eden's portal, and those fires
That bicker round in wavy spires,
Forbidding, to our frail desires,
 What cost us once so dear...."></div>
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