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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seventh Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go not away, thou weary soul:<br> Heaven has in store a precious dole<br>Here on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height,<br> Where over rocks and sands arise<br> Proud Sirion in the northern skies,<br>And Tabor's lonely peak, 'twixt thee and noonday light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And far below, Gennesaret's main<br> Spreads many a mile of liquid plain,<br>(Though all seem gathered in one eager bound,)<br> Then narrowing cleaves you palmy lea,<br> Towards that deep sulphureous sea,<br>Where five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence drowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Landscape of fear! yet, weary heart,<br> Thou need'st not in thy gloom depart,<br>Nor fainting turn to seek thy distant home:<br> Sweetly thy sickening throbs are eyed<br> By the kind Saviour at thy side;<br>For healing and for balm e'en now thine hour is come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No fiery wing is seen to glide,<br> No cates ambrosial are supplied,<br>But one poor fisher's rude and scanty store<br> Is all He asks (and more than needs)<br> Who men and angels daily feeds,<br>And stills the wailing sea-bird on the hungry shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The feast is o'er, the guests are gone,<br> And over all that upland lone<br>The breeze of eve sweeps wildly as of old -<br> But far unlike the former dreams,<br> The heart's sweet moonlight softly gleams<br>Upon life's varied view, so joyless erst and cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As mountain travellers in the night,<br> When heaven by fits is dark and bright,<br>Pause listening on the silent heath, and hear<br> Nor trampling hoof nor tinkling bell,<br> Then bolder scale the rugged fell,<br>Conscious the more of One, ne'er seen, yet ever near:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So when the tones of rapture gay<br> On the lorn ear, die quite away,<br>The lonely world seems lifted nearer heaven;<br> Seen daily, yet unmarked before,<br> Earth's common paths are strewn all o'er<br>With flowers of pensive hope, the wreath of man forgiven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The low sweet tones of Nature's lyre<br> No more on listless ears expire,<br>Nor vainly smiles along the shady way<br> The primrose in her vernal nest,<br> Nor unlamented sink to rest<br>Sweet roses one by one, nor autumn leaves decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There's not a star the heaven can show,<br> There's not a cottage-hearth below,<br>But feeds with solace kind the willing soul -<br> Men love us, or they need our love;<br> Freely they own, or heedless prove<br>The curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then rouse thee from desponding sleep,<br> Nor by the wayside lingering weep,<br>Nor fear to seek Him farther in the wild,<br> Whose love can turn earth's worst and least<br> Into a conqueror's royal feast:<br>Thou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguiled.</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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 Heaven has in store a precious dole
Here on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height,
 Where over rocks and sands arise
 Proud Sirion in the northern skies,
And Tabor's lonely peak, 'twixt thee and noonday light.

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