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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Bartholomew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold up thy mirror to the sun,<br> And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,<br>So perfectly the polished stone<br> Gives back the glory of his rays:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn it, and it shall paint as true<br> The soft green of the vernal earth,<br>And each small flower of bashful hue,<br> That closest hides its lowly birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our mirror is a blessed book,<br> Where out from each illumined page<br>We see one glorious Image look<br> All eyes to dazzle and engage,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Son of God: and that indeed<br> We see Him as He is, we know,<br>Since in the same bright glass we read<br> The very life of things below. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eye of God's word! where'er we turn<br> Ever upon us! thy keen gaze<br>Can all the depths of sin discern,<br> Unravel every bosom's maze:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who that has felt thy glance of dread<br> Thrill through his heart's remotest cells,<br>About his path, about his bed,<br> Can doubt what spirit in thee dwells?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What word is this? Whence know'st thou me?&quot;<br> All wondering cries the humbled heart,<br>To hear thee that deep mystery,<br> The knowledge of itself, impart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The veil is raised; who runs may read,<br> By its own light the truth is seen,<br>And soon the Israelite indeed<br> Bows down t' adore the Nazarene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So did Nathanael, guileless man,<br> At once, not shame-faced or afraid,<br>Owning Him God, who so could scan<br> His musings in the lonely shade;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his own pleasant fig-tree's shade,<br> Which by his household fountain grew,<br>Where at noon-day his prayer he made<br> To know God better than he knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! happy hours of heavenward thought!<br> How richly crowned! how well improved!<br>In musing o'er the Law he taught,<br> In waiting for the Lord he loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must not mar with earthly praise<br> What God's approving word hath sealed:<br>Enough, if might our feeble lays<br> Take up the promise He revealed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The child-like faith, that asks not sight,<br> Waits not for wonder or for sign,<br>Believes, because it loves, aright -<br> Shall see things greater, things divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Heaven to that gaze shall open wide,<br> And brightest angels to and fro<br>On messages of love shall glide<br> 'Twixt God above and Christ below.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So still the guileless man is blest,<br> To him all crooked paths are straight,<br>Him on his way to endless rest<br> Fresh, ever-growing strengths await.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God's witnesses, a glorious host,<br> Compass him daily like a cloud;<br>Martyrs and seers, the saved and lost,<br> Mercies and judgments cry aloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet shall to him the still small voice,<br> That first into his bosom found<br>A way, and fixed his wavering choice,<br> Nearest and dearest ever sound.</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 thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,
So perfectly the polished stone
 Gives back the glory of his rays:

Turn it, and it shall paint as true
 The soft green of the vernal earth,
And each small flower of bashful hue,..."></div>
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