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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Holy Innocents</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, ye celestial guards, who wait<br>In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,<br> Say, who are these on golden wings,<br>That hover o'er the new-born King of kings,<br> Their palms and garlands telling plain<br>That they are of the glorious martyr-train,<br> Next to yourselves ordained to praise<br>His Name, and brighten as on Him they gaze?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But where their spoils and trophies? where<br>The glorious dint a martyr's shield should bear?<br> How chance no cheek among them wears<br>The deep-worn trace of penitential tears,<br> But all is bright and smiling love,<br>As if, fresh-borne from Eden's happy grove,<br> They had flown here, their King to see,<br>Nor ever had been heirs of dark mortality?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ask, and some angel will reply,<br>&quot;These, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,<br> But ere the poison root was grown,<br>God set His seal, and marked them for His own.<br> Baptised its blood for Jesus' sake,<br>Now underneath the Cross their bed they make,<br> Not to be scared from that sure rest<br>By frightened mother's shriek, or warrior's waving crest.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mindful of these, the firstfruits sweet<br>Borne by this suffering Church her Lord to greet;<br> Blessed Jesus ever loved to trace<br>The &quot;innocent brightness&quot; of an infant's face.<br> He raised them in His holy arms,<br>He blessed them from the world and all its harms:<br> Heirs though they were of sin and shame,<br>He blessed them in his own and in his Father's Name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then, as each fond unconscious child<br>On the everlasting Parent sweetly smiled<br> (Like infants sporting on the shore,<br>That tremble not at Ocean's boundless roar),<br> Were they not present to Thy thought,<br>All souls, that in their cradles Thou hast bought?<br> But chiefly these, who died for Thee,<br>That Thou might'st live for them a sadder death to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And next to these, Thy gracious word<br>Was as a pledge of benediction stored<br> For Christian mothers, while they moan<br>Their treasured hopes, just born, baptised, and gone.<br> Oh, joy for Rachel's broken heart!<br>She and her babes shall meet no more to part;<br> So dear to Christ her pious haste<br>To trust them in His arms for ever safe embraced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She dares not grudge to leave them there,<br>Where to behold them was her heart's first prayer;<br> She dares not grieve--but she must weep,<br>As her pale placid martyr sinks to sleep,<br> Teaching so well and silently<br>How at the shepherd's call the lamb should die:<br> How happier far than life the end<br>Of souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend.</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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In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,
 Say, who are these on golden wings,
That hover o'er the new-born King of kings,
 Their palms and garlands telling plain
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