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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Thomas' Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were not by when Jesus came,<br> But round us, far and near,<br> We see His trophies, and His name<br> In choral echoes hear.<br> In a fair ground our lot is cast,<br> As in the solemn week that past,<br> While some might doubt, but all adored,<br>Ere the whole widowed Church had seen her risen Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Slowly, as then, His bounteous hand<br> The golden chain unwinds,<br> Drawing to Heaven with gentlest band<br> Wise hearts and loving minds.<br> Love sought Him first--at dawn of morn<br> From her sad couch she sprang forlorn,<br> She sought to weep with Thee alone,<br>And saw Thine open grave, and knew that thou wert gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Reason and Faith at once set out<br> To search the SAVIOUR'S tomb;<br> Faith faster runs, but waits without,<br> As fearing to presume,<br> Till Reason enter in, and trace<br> Christ's relics round the holy place -<br> &quot;Here lay His limbs, and here His sacred head,<br>And who was by, to make His new-forsaken bed?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Both wonder, one believes--but while<br> They muse on all at home,<br> No thought can tender Love beguile<br> From Jesus' grave to roam.<br> Weeping she stays till He appear -<br> Her witness first the Church must hear -<br> All joy to souls that can rejoice<br>With her at earliest call of His dear gracious voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Joy too to those, who love to talk<br> In secret how He died,<br> Though with sealed eyes awhile they walk,<br> Nor see him at their side:<br> Most like the faithful pair are they,<br> Who once to Emmaus took their way,<br> Half darkling, till their Master shied<br>His glory on their souls, made known in breaking bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus, ever brighter and more bright,<br> On those He came to save<br> The Lord of new-created light<br> Dawned gradual from the grave;<br> Till passed th' enquiring day-light hour,<br> And with closed door in silent bower<br> The Church in anxious musing sate,<br>As one who for redemption still had long to wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then, gliding through th' unopening door,<br> Smooth without step or sound,<br> &quot;Peace to your souls,&quot; He said--no more -<br> They own Him, kneeling round.<br> Eye, ear, and hand, and loving heart,<br> Body and soul in every part,<br> Successive made His witnesses that hour,<br>Cease not in all the world to show His saving power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is there, on earth, a spirit frail,<br> Who fears to take their word,<br> Scarce daring, through the twilight pale,<br> To think he sees the Lord?<br> With eyes too tremblingly awake<br> To bear with dimness for His sake?<br> Read and confess the Hand Divine<br>That drew thy likeness here so true in every line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For all thy rankling doubts so sore,<br> Love thou thy Saviour still,<br> Him for thy Lord and God adore,<br> And ever do His will.<br> Though vexing thoughts may seem to last,<br> Let not thy soul be quite o'ercast; -<br> Soon will He show thee all His wounds, and say,<br>&quot;Long have I known Thy name--know thou My face alway.&quot;</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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 But round us, far and near,
 We see His trophies, and His name
 In choral echoes hear.
 In a fair ground our lot is cast,
 As in the solemn week that past,
 While some might doubt, but all adored,
Ere the whole wid..."></div>
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