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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Third Sunday After Epiphany</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I marked a rainbow in the north,<br> What time the wild autumnal sun<br> From his dark veil at noon looked forth,<br> As glorying in his course half done,<br> Flinging soft radiance far and wide<br>Over the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It was a gleam to Memory dear,<br> And as I walk and muse apart,<br> When all seems faithless round and drear,<br> I would revive it in my heart,<br> And watch how light can find its way<br>To regions farthest from the fount of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Light flashes in the gloomiest sky,<br> And Music in the dullest plain,<br> For there the lark is soaring high<br> Over her flat and leafless reign,<br> And chanting in so blithe a tone,<br>It shames the weary heart to feel itself alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Brighter than rainbow in the north,<br> More cheery than the matin lark,<br> Is the soft gleam of Christian worth,<br> Which on some holy house we mark;<br> Dear to the pastor's aching heart<br>To think, where'er he looks, such gleam may have a part;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> May dwell, unseen by all but Heaven,<br> Like diamond blazing in the mine;<br> For ever, where such grace is given,<br> It fears in open day to shine,<br> Lest the deep stain it owns within<br>Break out, and Faith be shamed by the believer's sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In silence and afar they wait,<br> To find a prayer their Lord may hear:<br> Voice of the poor and desolate,<br> You best may bring it to His ear;<br> Your grateful intercessions rise<br>With more than royal pomp, and pierce the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Happy the soul whose precious cause<br> You in the Sovereign Presence plead -<br> &quot;This is the lover of Thy laws,<br> The friend of Thine in fear and need,&quot;<br> For to the poor Thy mercy lends<br>That solemn style, &quot;Thy nation and Thy friends.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He too is blest whose outward eye<br> The graceful lines of art may trace,<br> While his free spirit, soaring high,<br> Discerns the glorious from the base;<br> Till out of dust his magic raise<br>A home for prayer and love, and full harmonious praise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where far away and high above,<br> In maze on maze the tranced sight<br> Strays, mindful of that heavenly love<br> Which knows no end in depth or height,<br> While the strong breath of Music seems<br>To waft us ever on, soaring in blissful dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What though in poor and humble guise<br> Thou here didst sojourn, cottage-born?<br> Yet from Thy glory in the skies<br> Our earthly gold Thou dost not scorn.<br> For Love delights to bring her best,<br>And where Love is, that offering evermore is blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Love on the Saviour's dying head<br> Her spikenard drops unblamed may pour,<br> May mount His cross, and wrap Him dead<br> In spices from the golden shore;<br> Risen, may embalm His sacred name<br>With all a Painter's art, and all a Minstrel's flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Worthless and lost our offerings seem,<br> Drops in the ocean of His praise;<br> But Mercy with her genial beam<br> Is ripening them to pearly blaze,<br> To sparkle in His crown above,<br>Who welcomes here a child's as there an angel's love.</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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 What time the wild autumnal sun
 From his dark veil at noon looked forth,
 As glorying in his course half done,
 Flinging soft radiance far and wide
Over the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side.

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