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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. James's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit down and take thy fill of joy<br> At God's right hand, a bidden guest,<br>Drink of the cup that cannot cloy,<br> Eat of the bread that cannot waste.<br>O great Apostle! rightly now<br> Thou readest all thy Saviour meant,<br>What time His grave yet gentle brow<br> In sweet reproof on thee was bent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Seek ye to sit enthroned by me?<br> Alas! ye know not what ye ask,<br>The first in shame and agony,<br> The lowest in the meanest task -<br>This can ye be? and came ye drink<br> The cup that I in tears must steep,<br>Nor from the 'whelming waters shrink<br> That o'er Me roll so dark and deep?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We can--Thine are we, dearest Lord,<br> In glory and in agony,<br>To do and suffer all Thy word;<br> Only be Thou for ever nigh.&quot; -<br>&quot;Then be it so--My cup receive,<br> And of My woes baptismal taste:<br>But for the crown, that angels weave<br> For those next Me in glory placed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I give it not by partial love;<br> But in My Father's book are writ<br>What names on earth shall lowliest prove,<br> That they in Heaven may highest sit.&quot;<br>Take up the lesson, O my heart;<br> Thou Lord of meekness, write it there,<br>Thine own meek self to me impart,<br> Thy lofty hope, thy lowly prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever on the mount with Thee<br> I seem to soar in vision bright,<br>With thoughts of coming agony,<br> Stay Thou the too presumptuous flight:<br>Gently along the vale of tears<br> Lead me from Tabor's sunbright steep,<br>Let me not grudge a few short years<br> With thee t'ward Heaven to walk and weep:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too happy, on my silent path,<br> If now and then allowed, with Thee<br>Watching some placid holy death,<br> Thy secret work of love to see;<br>But, oh! most happy, should Thy call,<br> Thy welcome call, at last be given -<br>&quot;Come where thou long hast storeth thy all<br> Come see thy place prepared in Heaven.&quot;</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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 At God's right hand, a bidden guest,
Drink of the cup that cannot cloy,
 Eat of the bread that cannot waste.
O great Apostle! rightly now
 Thou readest all thy Saviour meant,
What time His grave yet gentle brow
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