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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Monday Before Easter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Father to me thou art and mother dear,<br> And brother too, kind husband of my heart -<br>So speaks Andromache in boding fear,<br> Ere from her last embrace her hero part -<br>So evermore, by Faith's undying glow,<br>We own the Crucified in weal or woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home,<br> This fragrance of our old paternal fields<br>May be forgotten; and the time may come<br> When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yields<br>E'en to the doting mother: but Thine own<br>Thou never canst forget, nor leave alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,<br> None loves them best--O vain and selfish sigh!<br>Out of the bosom of His love He spares -<br> The Father spares the Son, for thee to die:<br>For thee He died--for thee He lives again:<br>O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art as much His care, as if beside<br> Nor man nor angel lived in Heaven or earth:<br>Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide<br> To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth:<br>They shine and shine with unexhausted store -<br>Thou art thy Saviour's darling--seek no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On thee and thine, thy warfare and thine end,<br> E'en in His hour of agony He thought,<br>When, ere the final pang His soul should rend,<br> The ransomed spirits one by one were brought<br>To His mind's eye--two silent nights and days<br>In calmness for His far-seen hour He stays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye vaulted cells, where martyred seers of old<br> Far in the rocky walls of Sion sleep,<br>Green terraces and arched fountains cold,<br> Where lies the cypress shade so still and deep,<br>Dear sacred haunts of glory and of woe,<br>Help us, one hour, to trace His musings high and low:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One heart-ennobling hour! It may not be:<br> The unearthly thoughts have passed from earth away,<br>And fast as evening sunbeams from the sea<br> Thy footsteps all in Sion's deep decay<br>Were blotted from the holy ground: yet dear<br>Is every stone of hers; for Thou want surely here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a spot within this sacred dale<br> That felt Thee kneeling--touched Thy prostrate brow:<br>One Angel knows it. O might prayer avail<br> To win that knowledge! sure each holy vow<br>Less quickly from the unstable soul would fade,<br>Offered where Christ in agony was laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Might tear of ours once mingle with the blood<br> That from His aching brow by moonlight fell,<br>Over the mournful joy our thoughts would brood,<br> Till they had framed within a guardian spell<br>To chase repining fancies, as they rise,<br>Like birds of evil wing, to mar our sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So dreams the heart self-flattering, fondly dreams; -<br> Else wherefore, when the bitter waves o'erflow,<br>Miss we the light, Gethsemane, that streams<br> From thy dear name, where in His page of woe<br>It shines, a pale kind star in winter's sky?<br>Who vainly reads it there, in vain had seen Him die.</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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 And brother too, kind husband of my heart -
So speaks Andromache in boding fear,
 Ere from her last embrace her hero part -
So evermore, by Faith's undying glow,
We own the Crucified in weal or woe.

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