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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. John Baptist's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice in her season of decay<br>The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye<br> Dart from the wild its piercing ray:<br>Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,<br> The herald star,<br> Whose torch afar<br> Shadows and boding night-birds fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Methinks we need him once again,<br>That favoured seer--but where shall he be found?<br> By Cherith's side we seek in vain,<br>In vain on Carmel's green and lonely mound:<br> Angels no more<br> From Sinai soar,<br> On his celestial errands bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But wafted to her glorious place<br>By harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones,<br> His spirit with a dear embrace<br>Thee the loved harbinger of Jesus owns,<br> Well-pleased to view<br> Her likeness true,<br> And trace, in thine, her own deep tones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Deathless himself, he joys with thee<br>To commune how a faithful martyr dies,<br> And in the blest could envy be,<br>He would behold thy wounds with envious eyes,<br> Star of our morn,<br> Who yet unborn<br> Didst guide our hope, where Christ should rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now resting from your jealous care<br>For sinners, such as Eden cannot know,<br> Ye pour for us your mingled prayer,<br>No anxious fear to damp Affection's glow,<br> Love draws a cloud<br> From you to shroud<br> Rebellion's mystery here below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And since we see, and not afar,<br>The twilight of the great and dreadful day,<br> Why linger, till Elijah's car<br>Stoop from the clouds? Why sheep ye? Rise and pray,<br> Ye heralds sealed<br> In camp or field<br> Your Saviour's banner to display.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where is the lore the Baptist taught,<br>The soul unswerving and the fearless tongue?<br> The much-enduring wisdom, sought<br>By lonely prayer the haunted rocks among?<br> Who counts it gain<br> His light should wane,<br> So the whole world to Jesus throng?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou Spirit, who the Church didst lend<br>Her eagle wings, to shelter in the wild,<br> We pray Thee, ere the Judge descend,<br>With flames like these, all bright and undefiled,<br> Her watch-fires light,<br> To guide aright<br> Our weary souls by earth beguiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So glorious let thy Pastors shine,<br>That by their speaking lives the world may learn<br> First filial duty, then divine,<br>That sons to parents, all to Thee may turn;<br> And ready prove<br> In fires of love,<br> At sight of Thee, for aye to burn.</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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The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
 Dart from the wild its piercing ray:
Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,
 The herald star,
 Whose torch afar
 Shadows and boding night-birds fly.

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