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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Peter's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved,<br> Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;<br>In sharpest perils faithful proved,<br> Let his soul love Thee to the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prayer is heard--else why so deep<br> His slumber on the eve of death?<br>And wherefore smiles he in his sleep<br> As one who drew celestial breath?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves and is beloved again -<br> Can his soul choose but be at rest?<br>Sorrow hath fled away, and Pain<br> Dares not invade the guarded nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dearly loves, and not alone:<br> For his winged thoughts are soaring high<br>Where never yet frail heart was known<br> To breathe its vain Affection's sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves and weeps--but more than tears<br> Have sealed Thy welcome and his love -<br>One look lives in him, and endears<br> Crosses and wrongs where'er he rove:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That gracious chiding look, Thy call<br> To win him to himself and Thee,<br>Sweetening the sorrow of his fall<br> Which else were rued too bitterly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en through the veil of sheep it shines,<br> The memory of that kindly glance; -<br>The Angel watching by, divines<br> And spares awhile his blissful trance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or haply to his native lake<br> His vision wafts him back, to talk<br>With JESUS, ere His flight He take,<br> As in that solemn evening walk,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When to the bosom of His friend,<br> The Shepherd, He whose name is Good.<br>Did His dear lambs and sheep commend,<br> Both bought and nourished with His blood:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then laid on him th' inverted tree,<br> Which firm embraced with heart and arm,<br>Might cast o'er hope and memory,<br> O'er life and death, its awful charm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With brightening heart he bears it on,<br> His passport through this eternal gates,<br>To his sweet home--so nearly won,<br> He seems, as by the door he waits,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The unexpressive notes to hear<br> Of angel song and angel motion,<br>Rising and falling on the ear<br> Like waves in Joy's unbounded ocean. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His dream is changed--the Tyrant's voice<br> Calls to that last of glorious deeds -<br>But as he rises to rejoice,<br> Not Herod but an Angel leads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,<br> Glancing around his prison room -<br>But 'tis a gleam of heavenly light<br> That fills up all the ample gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flame, that in a few short years<br> Deep through the chambers of the dead<br>Shall pierce, and dry the fount of tears,<br> Is waving o'er his dungeon-bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Touched he upstarts--his chains unbind -<br> Through darksome vault, up massy stair,<br>His dizzy, doubting footsteps wind<br> To freedom and cool moonlight air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all himself, all joy and calm,<br> Though for a while his hand forego,<br>Just as it touched, the martyr's palm,<br> He turns him to his task below;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pastoral staff, the keys of Heaven,<br> To wield a while in grey-haired might,<br>Then from his cross to spring forgiven,<br> And follow JESUS out of sight.</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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 Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;
In sharpest perils faithful proved,
 Let his soul love Thee to the end.

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