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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! Thou who deign'st to sympathise<br>With all our frail and fleshly ties,<br> Maker yet Brother dear,<br>Forgive the too presumptuous thought,<br>If, calming wayward grief, I sought<br> To gaze on Thee too near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet sure 'twas not presumption, Lord,<br>'Twas Thine own comfortable word<br> That made the lesson known:<br>Of all the dearest bonds we prove,<br>Thou countest sons and mothers' love<br> Most sacred, most Thine own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wandering here a little span,<br>Thou took'st on Thee to rescue man,<br> Thou had'st no earthly sire:<br>That wedded love we prize so dear,<br>As if our heaven and home were here,<br> It lit in Thee no fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On no sweet sister's faithful breast<br>Wouldst Thou Thine aching forehead rest,<br> On no kind brother lean:<br>But who, O perfect filial heart,<br>E'er did like Thee a true son's part,<br> Endearing, firm, serene?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wept'st, meek maiden, mother mild,<br>Thou wept'st upon thy sinless Child,<br> Thy very heart was riven:<br>And yet, what mourning matron here<br>Would deem thy sorrows bought too dear<br> By all on this side Heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Son that never did amiss,<br>That never shamed His Mother's kiss,<br> Nor crossed her fondest prayer:<br>E'en from the tree He deigned to bow,<br>For her His agonised brow,<br> Her, His sole earthly care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ave Maria! blessed Maid!<br>Lily of Eden's fragrant shade,<br> Who can express the love<br>That nurtured thee so pure and sweet,<br>Making thy heart a shelter meet<br> For Jesus' holy dove?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ave Maria! Mother blest,<br>To whom, caressing and caressed,<br> Clings the eternal Child;<br>Favoured beyond Archangels' dream,<br>When first on Thee with tenderest gleam<br> Thy new-born Saviour smiled:-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ave Maria! thou whose name<br>All but adoring love may claim,<br> Yet may we reach thy shrine;<br>For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows<br>To crown all lowly lofty brows<br> With love and joy like thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed is the womb that bare Him--blessed<br>The bosom where His lips were pressed,<br> But rather blessed are they<br>Who hear His word and keep it well,<br>The living homes where Christ shall dwell,<br> And never pass away.</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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With all our frail and fleshly ties,
 Maker yet Brother dear,
Forgive the too presumptuous thought,
If, calming wayward grief, I sought
 To gaze on Thee too near.

Yet sure 'twas not presumption, Lord,
'Twas Thi..."></div>
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