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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Luke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two clouds before the summer gale<br> In equal race fleet o'er the sky:<br>Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,<br> Together pins, together die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But two capricious human hearts -<br> No sage's rod may track their ways.<br>No eye pursue their lawless starts<br> Along their wild self-chosen maze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He only, by whose sovereign hand<br> E'en sinners for the evil day<br>Were made--who rules the world He planned,<br> Turning our worst His own good way;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He only can the cause reveal,<br> Why, at the same fond bosom fed,<br>Taught in the self-same lap to kneel<br> Till the same prayer were duly said,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brothers in blood and nurture too,<br> Aliens in heart so oft should prove;<br>One lose, the other keep, Heaven's clue;<br> One dwell in wrath, and one in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He only knows--for He can read<br> The mystery of the wicked heart -<br>Why vainly oft our arrows speed<br> When aimed with most unerring art;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While from some rude and powerless arm<br> A random shaft in season sent<br>Shall light upon some lurking harm,<br> And work some wonder little meant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doubt we, how souls so wanton change,<br> Leaving their own experienced rest?<br>Need not around the world to range;<br> One narrow cell may teach us best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint<br> In triumph wear his Christ-like chain;<br>No fear lest he should swerve or faint;<br> &quot;His life is Christ, his death is gain.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two converts, watching by his side,<br> Alike his love and greetings share;<br>Luke the beloved, the sick soul's guide,<br> And Demas, named in faltering prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass a few years--look in once more -<br> The saint is in his bonds again;<br>Save that his hopes more boldly soar,<br> He and his lot unchanged remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But only Luke is with him now:<br> Alas! that e'en the martyr's cell,<br>Heaven's very gate, should scope allow<br> For the false world's seducing spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis sad--but yet 'tis well, be sure,<br> We on the sight should muse awhile,<br>Nor deem our shelter all secure<br> E'en in the Church's holiest aisle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly before the shrine he bends,<br> Who knows not the true pilgrim's part:<br>The martyr's cell no safety lends<br> To him who wants the martyr's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if there be, who follows Paul<br> As Paul his Lord, in life and death,<br>Where'er an aching heart may call,<br> Ready to speed and take no breath;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose joy is, to the wandering sheep<br> To tell of the great Shepherd's love;<br>To learn of mourners while they weep<br> The music that makes mirth above;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who makes the Saviour all his theme,<br> The Gospel all his pride and praise -<br>Approach: for thou canst feel the gleam<br> That round the martyr's death-bed plays:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast an ear for angels' songs,<br> A breath the gospel trump to fill,<br>And taught by thee the Church prolongs<br> Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! dearest mother, since too oft<br> The world yet wins some Demas frail<br>E'en from thine arms, so kind and soft,<br> May thy tried comforts never fail!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When faithless ones forsake thy wing,<br> Be it vouchsafed thee still to see<br>Thy true, fond nurslings closer cling,<br> Cling closer to their Lord and thee.</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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 In equal race fleet o'er the sky:
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,
 Together pins, together die.

But two capricious human hearts -
 No sage's rod may track their ways.
No eye pursue their lawless starts
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