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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Epiphany</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Star of the East, how sweet art Thou,<br> Seen in life's early morning sky,<br>Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow,<br> While yet we gaze with childish eye;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When father, mother, nursing friend,<br> Most dearly loved, and loving best,<br>First bid us from their arms ascend,<br> Pointing to Thee, in Thy sure rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too soon the glare of earthly day<br> Buries, to us, Thy brightness keen,<br>And we are left to find our way<br> By faith and hope in Thee unseen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter? if the waymarks sure<br> On every side are round us set,<br>Soon overleaped, but not obscure?<br> 'Tis ours to mark them or forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter? if in calm old age<br> Our childhood's star again arise,<br>Crowning our lonely pilgrimage<br> With all that cheers a wanderer's eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ne'er may we lose it from our sight,<br> Till all our hopes and thoughts are led<br>To where it stays its lucid flight<br> Over our Saviour's lowly bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, swathed in humblest poverty,<br> On Chastity's meek lap enshrined,<br>With breathless Reverence waiting by,<br> When we our Sovereign Master find,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will not the long-forgotten glow<br> Of mingled joy and awe return,<br>When stars above or flowers below<br> First made our infant spirits burn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on us, Lord, and take our parts<br> E'en on Thy throne of purity!<br>From these our proud yet grovelling hearts<br> Hide not Thy mild forgiving eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did not the Gentile Church find grace,<br> Our mother dear, this favoured day?<br>With gold and myrrh she sought Thy face;<br> Nor didst Thou turn Thy face away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She too, in earlier, purer days,<br> Had watched thee gleaming faint and far -<br>But wandering in self-chosen ways<br> She lost Thee quite, Thou lovely star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet had her Father's finger turned<br> To Thee her first inquiring glance:<br>The deeper shame within her burned,<br> When wakened from her wilful trance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, her wisest throng Thy gate,<br> Their richest, sweetest, purest store,<br>(Yet owned too worthless and too late,)<br> They lavish on Thy cottage-floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They give their best--O tenfold shame<br> On us their fallen progeny,<br>Who sacrifice the blind and lame -<br> Who will not wake or fast with Thee!</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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 Seen in life's early morning sky,
Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow,
 While yet we gaze with childish eye;

When father, mother, nursing friend,
 Most dearly loved, and loving best,
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