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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Stephens Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As rays around the source of light<br>Stream upward ere he glow in sight,<br>And watching by his future flight<br> Set the clear heavens on fire;<br>So on the King of Martyrs wait<br>Three chosen bands, in royal state,<br>And all earth owns, of good and great,<br> Is gather'd in that choir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One presses on, and welcomes death:<br>One calmly yields his willing breath,<br>Nor slow, nor hurrying, but in faith<br> Content to die or live:<br>And some, the darlings of their Lord,<br>Play smiling with the flame and sword,<br>And, ere they speak, to His sure word<br> Unconscious witness give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foremost and nearest to His throne,<br>By perfect robes of triumph known,<br>And likest Him in look and tone,<br> The holy Stephen kneels,<br>With stedfast gaze, as when the sky<br>Flew open to his fainting eye,<br>Which, like a fading lamp, flash'd high,<br> Seeing what death conceals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well might you guess what vision bright<br>Was present to his raptured sight,<br>E'en as reflected streams of light<br> Their solar source betray -<br>The glory which our God surrounds,<br>The Son of Man, the atoning wounds -<br>He sees them all; and earth's dull bounds<br> Are melting fast away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sees them all--no other view<br>Could stamp the Saviour's likeness true,<br>Or with His love so deep embrue<br> Man's sullen heart and gross -<br>&quot;Jesus, do Thou my soul receive:<br>Jesu, do Thou my foes forgive;&quot;<br>He who would learn that prayer must live<br> Under the holy Cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He, though he seem on earth to move,<br>Must glide in air like gentle dove,<br>From yon unclouded depths above<br> Must draw his purer breath;<br>Till men behold his angel face<br>All radiant with celestial grace,<br>Martyr all o'er, and meet to trace<br> The lines of Jesus' death.</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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