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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hues of the rich unfolding morn,<br>That, ere the glorious sun be born,<br>By some soft touch invisible<br>Around his path are taught to swell; -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,<br>That dancest forth at opening day,<br>And brushing by with joyous wing,<br>Wakenest each little leaf to sing; -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,<br>By which deep grove and tangled stream<br>Pay, for soft rains in season given,<br>Their tribute to the genial heaven; -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why waste your treasures of delight<br>Upon our thankless, joyless sight;<br>Who day by day to sin awake,<br>Seldom of Heaven and you partake?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, timely happy, timely wise,<br>Hearts that with rising morn arise!<br>Eyes that the beam celestial view,<br>Which evermore makes all things new!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New every morning is the love<br>Our wakening and uprising prove;<br>Through sleep and darkness safely brought,<br>Restored to life, and power, and thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New mercies, each returning day,<br>Hover around us while we pray;<br>New perils past, new sins forgiven,<br>New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If on our daily course our mind<br>Be set to hallow all we find,<br>New treasures still, of countless price,<br>God will provide for sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be,<br>As more of Heaven in each we see:<br>Some softening gleam of love and prayer<br>Shall dawn on every cross and care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As for some dear familiar strain<br>Untired we ask, and ask again,<br>Ever, in its melodious store,<br>Finding a spell unheard before;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the bliss of souls serene,<br>When they have sworn, and stedfast mean,<br>Counting the cost, in all t' espy<br>Their God, in all themselves deny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, could we learn that sacrifice,<br>What lights would all around us rise!<br>How would our hearts with wisdom talk<br>Along Life's dullest, dreariest walk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We need not bid, for cloistered cell,<br>Our neighbour and our work farewell,<br>Nor strive to wind ourselves too high<br>For sinful man beneath the sky:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trivial round, the common task,<br>Would furnish all we ought to ask;<br>Room to deny ourselves; a road<br>To bring us daily nearer God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seek we no more; content with these,<br>Let present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,<br>As Heaven shall bid them, come and go:-<br>The secret this of Rest below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love<br>Fit us for perfect Rest above;<br>And help us, this and every day,<br>To live more nearly as we pray.</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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That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible
Around his path are taught to swell; -

Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,
That dancest forth at opening day,
And brushing by with joyous wing,
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