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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Michael And All Angels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness<br> In glorious order roll,<br>With harps for ever strung, ready to bless<br> God for each rescued soul,<br>Ye eagle spirits, that build in light divine,<br> Oh! think of us to-day,<br>Faint warblers of this earth, that would combine<br>Our trembling notes with your accepted lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your amarant wreaths were earned; and homeward all,<br> Flush'd with victorious might,<br>Ye might have sped to keep high festival,<br> And revel in the light;<br>But meeting us, weak worldlings, on our way,<br> Tired ere the fight begun,<br>Ye turned to help us in th' unequal fray,<br>Remembering Whose we were, how dearly won:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembering Bethlehem, and that glorious night<br> When ye, who used to soar<br>Diverse along all space in fiery flight,<br> Came thronging to adore<br>Your God new-born, and made a sinner's child;<br> As if the stars should leave<br>Their stations in the far ethereal wild,<br>And round the sun a radiant circle weave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair<br> Our Champion and your King,<br>In that first strife, whence Satan in despair<br> Sunk down on scathed wing:<br>Abuse He fasted, and alone He fought;<br> But when His toils were o'er,<br>Ye to the sacred Hermit duteous brought<br>Banquet and hymn, your Eden's festal store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye too, when lowest in th' abyss of woe<br> He plunged to save His sheep,<br>Were leaning from your golden thrones to know<br> The secrets of that deep:<br>But clouds were on His sorrow: one alone<br> His agonising call<br>Summoned from Heaven, to still that bitterest groan,<br>And comfort Him, the Comforter of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! highest favoured of all Spirits create<br> (If right of thee we deem),<br>How didst thou glide on brightening wing elate<br> To meet th' unclouded beam<br>Of Jesus from the couch of darkness rising!<br> How swelled thine anthem's sound,<br>With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising,<br>&quot;Your God is risen, and may not here be found!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass a few days, and this dull darkling globe<br> Must yield Him from her sight; -<br>Brighter and brighter streams His glory-robe,<br> And He is lost in light.<br>Then, when through yonder everlasting arch,<br> Ye in innumerous choir<br>Poured, heralding Messiah's conquering march,<br>Lingered around His skirts two forms of fire:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With us they stayed, high warning to impart;<br> &quot;The Christ shall come again<br>E'en as He goes; with the same human heart,<br> With the same godlike train.&quot; -<br>Oh! jealous God! how could a sinner dare<br> Think on that dreadful day,<br>But that with all Thy wounds Thou wilt be there,<br>And all our angel friends to bring Thee on Thy way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since to Thy little ones is given such grace,<br> That they who nearest stand<br>Alway to God in Heaven, and see His face,<br> Go forth at His command,<br>To wait around our path in weal or woe,<br> As erst upon our King,<br>Set Thy baptismal seal upon our brow,<br>And waft us heavenward with enfolding wing:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grant. Lord, that when around th' expiring world<br> Our seraph guardians wait,<br>While on her death-bed, ere to ruin hurled,<br> She owns Thee, all too late,<br>They to their charge may turn, and thankful see<br> Thy mark upon us still;<br>Then all together rise, and reign with Thee,<br>And all their holy joy o'er contrite hearts fulfil!</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 glorious order roll,
With harps for ever strung, ready to bless
 God for each rescued soul,
Ye eagle spirits, that build in light divine,
 Oh! think of us to-day,
Faint warblers of this earth, that ..."></div>
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