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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Accession</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice that from the glory came<br> To tell how Moses died unseen,<br>And waken Joshua's spear of flame<br> To victory on the mountains green,<br>Its trumpet tones are sounding still,<br> When Kings or Parents pass away,<br>They greet us with a cheering thrill<br> Of power and comfort in decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind thus soft bright summer cloud<br> That makes such haste to melt and die,<br>Our wistful gaze is oft allowed<br> A glimpse of the unchanging sky:<br>Let storm and darkness do their worst;<br> For the lost dream the heart may ache,<br>The heart may ache, but may not burst;<br> Heaven will not leave thee nor forsake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One rock amid the weltering floods,<br> One torch in a tempestuous night,<br>One changeless pine in fading woods:-<br> Such is the thought of Love and Might,<br>True Might and ever-present Love,<br> When death is busy near the throne,<br>Auth Sorrow her keen sting would prove<br> On Monarchs orphaned and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that lorn hour and desolate,<br> Who could endure a crown? but He,<br>Who singly bore the world's sad weight,<br> Is near, to whisper, &quot;Lean on Me:<br>Thy days of toil, thy nights of care,<br> Sad lonely dreams in crowded hall,<br>Darkness within, while pageants glare<br> Around--the Cross supports them all.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Promise of undying Love!<br> While Monarchs seek thee for repose,<br>Far in the nameless mountain cove<br> Each pastoral heart thy bounty knows.<br>Ye, who in place of shepherds true<br> Come trembling to their awful trust,<br>Lo here the fountain to imbue<br> With strength and hope your feeble dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not upon Kings or Priests alone<br> The power of that dear word is spent;<br>It chants to all in softest tone<br> The lowly lesson of Content:<br>Heaven's light is poured on high and low;<br> To high and low Heaven's Angel spake;<br>&quot;Resign thee to thy weal or woe,<br> I ne'er will leave thee nor forsake.&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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 To tell how Moses died unseen,
And waken Joshua's spear of flame
 To victory on the mountains green,
Its trumpet tones are sounding still,
 When Kings or Parents pass away,
They greet us with a cheering thrill
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