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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Simon And St. Jude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seest thou, how tearful and alone,<br> And drooping like a wounded dove,<br>The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,<br> The widowed Church is fain to rove?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is at hand that loves the Lord?<br> Make haste, and take her home, and bring<br>Thine household choir, in true accord<br> Their soothing hymns for her to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft on her fluttering heart shall breathe<br> The fragrance of that genial isle,<br>There she may weave her funeral wreath,<br> And to her own sad music smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spirit of the dying Son<br> Is there, and fills the holy place<br>With records sweet of duties done,<br> Of pardoned foes, and cherished grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as of old by two and two<br> His herald saints the Saviour sent<br>To soften hearts like morning dew,<br> Where he to shine in mercy meant;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So evermore He deems His name<br> Best honoured and his way prepared,<br>When watching by his altar-flame<br> He sees His servants duly paired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves when age and youth are met,<br> Fervent old age and youth serene,<br>Their high and low in concord set<br> For sacred song, Joy's golden mean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loves when some clear soaring mind<br> Is drawn by mutual piety<br>To simple souls and unrefined,<br> Who in life's shadiest covert lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or if perchance a saddened heart<br> That once was gay and felt the spring,<br>Cons slowly o'er its altered part,<br> In sorrow and remorse to sing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy gracious care will send that way<br> Some spirit full of glee, yet taught<br>To bear the sight of dull decay,<br> And nurse it with all-pitying thought;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheerful as soaring lark, and mild<br> As evening blackbird's full-toned lay,<br>When the relenting sun has smiled<br> Bright through a whole December day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the tones to brace and cheer<br> The lonely watcher of the fold,<br>When nights are dark, and foeman near,<br> When visions fade and hearts grow cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How timely then a comrade's song<br> Comes floating on the mountain air,<br>And bids thee yet be bold and strong -<br> Fancy may die, but Faith is there.</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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 And drooping like a wounded dove,
The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,
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Who is at hand that loves the Lord?
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