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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance,<br> Full forty nights and forty days<br>The Prophet watched for one dear glance<br> Of thee and of Thy ways:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fasting he watched and all alone,<br> Wrapt in a still, dark, solid cloud,<br>The curtain of the Holy One<br> Drawn round him like a shroud:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, separate from the world, his breast<br> Might duly take and strongly keep<br>The print of Heaven, to be expressed<br> Ere long on Sion's steep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There one by one his spirit saw<br> Of things divine the shadows bright,<br>The pageant of God's perfect law;<br> Yet felt not full delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through gold and gems, a dazzling maze,<br> From veil to veil the vision led,<br>And ended, where unearthly rays<br> From o'er the ark were shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not that gorgeous place, nor aught<br> Of human or angelic frame,<br>Could half appease his craving thought;<br> The void was still the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Show me Thy glory, gracious Lord!<br> 'Tis Thee,&quot; he cries, &quot;not Thine, I seek.&quot;<br>Na, start not at so bold a word<br> From man, frail worm and weak:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spark of his first deathless fire<br> Yet buoys him up, and high above<br>The holiest creature, dares aspire<br> To the Creator's love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eye in smiles may wander round,<br> Caught by earth's shadows as they fleet;<br>But for the soul no help is found,<br> Save Him who made it, meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spite of yourselves, ye witness this,<br> Who blindly self or sense adore;<br>Else wherefore leaving your own bliss<br> Still restless ask ye more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This witness bore the saints of old<br> When highest rapt and favoured most,<br>Still seeking precious things untold,<br> Not in fruition lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canaan was theirs; and in it all<br> The proudest hope of kings dare claim:<br>Sion was theirs; and at their call<br> Fire from Jehovah came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet monarchs walked as pilgrims still<br> In their own land, earth's pride and grace:<br>And seers would mourn on Sion's hill<br> Their Lord's averted face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly they tried the deeps to sound<br> E'en of their own prophetic thought,<br>When of Christ crucified and crowned<br> His Spirit in them taught:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But He their aching gaze repressed,<br> Which sought behind the veil to see,<br>For not without us fully blest<br> Or perfect might they be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rays of the Almighty's face<br> No sinner's eye might then receive;<br>Only the meekest man found grace<br> To see His skirts and live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we as in a glass espy<br> The glory of His countenance,<br>Not in a whirlwind hurrying by<br> The too presumptuous glance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with mild radiance every hour,<br> From our dear Saviour's face benign<br>Bent on us with transforming power,<br> Till we, too, faintly shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sprinkled with His atoning blood<br> Safely before our God we stand,<br>As on the rock the Prophet stood,<br> Beneath His shadowing hand. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed eyes, which see the things we see!<br> And yet this tree of life hath proved<br>To many a soul a poison tree,<br> Beheld, and not beloved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So like an angel's is our bliss<br> (Oh! thought to comfort and appal)<br>It needs must bring, if used amiss,<br> An angel's hopeless fall.</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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 Full forty nights and forty days
The Prophet watched for one dear glance
 Of thee and of Thy ways:

Fasting he watched and all alone,
 Wrapt in a still, dark, solid cloud,
The curtain of the Holy One
 Drawn r..."></div>
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