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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seventeenth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers<br> Which day and night before thine altars rise:<br>Not statelier, towering o'er her marble stairs,<br> Flashed Sion's gilded dome to summer skies,<br>Not holier, while around him angels bowed,<br>From Aaron's censer steamed the spicy cloud,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the mercy-seat. O Mother dear,<br> Wilt thou forgive thy son one boding sigh?<br>Forgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear,<br> And tell thy jewels o'er with jealous eye?<br>Mindful of that sad vision, which in thought<br>From Chebar's plains the captive prophet brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see lost Sion's shame. 'Twas morning prime,<br> And like a Queen new seated on her throne,<br>GOD'S crowned mountain, as in happier time,<br> Seemed to rejoice in sunshine all her own:<br>So bright, while all in shade around her lay,<br>Her northern pinnacles had caught th' emerging ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dazzling lines of her majestic roof<br> Crossed with as free a span the vault of heaven,<br>As when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof<br> Ere GOD His answer to their king had given,<br>Ere yet upon the new-built altar fell<br>The glory of the LORD, the Lord of Israel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All seems the same: but enter in and see<br> What idol shapes are on the wall portrayed:<br>And watch their shameless and unholy glee,<br> Who worship there in Aaron's robes arrayed:<br>Hear Judah's maids the dirge to Thammuz pour,<br>And mark her chiefs yon orient sun adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet turn thee, son of man--for worse than these<br> Thou must behold: thy loathing were but lost<br>On dead men's crimes, and Jews' idolatries -<br> Come, learn to tell aright thine own sins' cost, -<br>And sure their sin as far from equals thine,<br>As earthly hopes abused are less than hopes divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if within His world, His Church, our LORD<br> Have entered thee, as in some temple gate,<br>Where, looking round, each glance might thee afford<br> Some glorious earnest of thine high estate,<br>And thou, false heart and frail, hast turned from all<br>To worship pleasure's shadow on the wall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, when the LORD of Glory was in sight,<br> Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,<br>To bow before the &quot;little drop of light,&quot;<br> Which dim-eyed men call praise and glory here;<br>What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn<br>Him at whose only word both sun and stars were born?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, while around thee gales from Eden breathe,<br> Thou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan<br>Over some broken reed of earth beneath,<br> Some darling of blind fancy dead and gone,<br>As wisely might'st thou in JEHOVAH'S fane<br>Offer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn thee from these, or dare not to inquire<br> Of Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath<br>He hear and answer thine unblest desire:<br> Far better we should cross His lightning's path<br>Than be according to our idols beard,<br>And God should take us at our own vain word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou who hast deigned the Christian's heart to call<br> Thy Church and Shrine; whene'er our rebel will<br>Would in that chosen home of Thine instal<br> Belial or Mammon, grant us not the ill<br>We blindly ask; in very love refuse<br>Whate'er Thou knowest our weakness would abuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or rather help us, LORD, to choose the good,<br> To pray for nought, to seek to none, but Thee,<br>Nor by &quot;our daily bread&quot; mean common food,<br> Nor say, &quot;From this world's evil set us free;&quot;<br>Teach us to love, with CHRIST, our sole true bliss,<br>Else, though in CHRIST'S own words, we surely pray amiss.</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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 Which day and night before thine altars rise:
Not statelier, towering o'er her marble stairs,
 Flashed Sion's gilded dome to summer skies,
Not holier, while around him angels bowed,
From Aaron's censer ..."></div>
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