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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Visitation And Communion Of The Sick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Youth and Joy, your airy tread<br>Too lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,<br>Your keen eye-glances are too bright,<br>Too restless for a sick man's sight.<br>Farewell; for one short life we part:<br>I rather woo the soothing art,<br>Which only souls in sufferings tried<br>Bear to their suffering brethren's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where may we learn that gentle spell?<br>Mother of Martyrs, thou canst tell!<br>Thou, who didst watch thy dying Spouse<br>With pierced hands and bleeding brows,<br>Whose tears from age to age are shed<br>O'er sainted sons untimely dead,<br>If e'er we charm a soul in pain,<br>Thine is the key-note of our strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweet with thee to lift the latch,<br>Where Faith has kept her midnight watch,<br>Smiling on woe: with thee to kneel,<br>Where fixed, as if one prayer could heal,<br>She listens, till her pale eye glow<br>With joy, wild health can never know,<br>And each calm feature, ere we read,<br>Speaks, silently, thy glorious Creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such have I seen: and while they poured<br>Their hearts in every contrite word,<br>How have I rather longed to kneel<br>And ask of them sweet pardon's seal;<br>How blessed the heavenly music brought<br>By thee to aid my faltering thought!<br>&quot;Peace&quot; ere we kneel, and when we cease<br>To pray, the farewell word is, &quot;Peace.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came again: the place was bright<br>&quot;With something of celestial light&quot; -<br>A simple Altar by the bed<br>For high Communion meetly spread,<br>Chalice, and plate, and snowy vest. -<br>We ate and drank: then calmly blest,<br>All mourners, one with dying breath,<br>We sate and talked of Jesus' death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more I came: the silent room<br>Was veiled in sadly-soothing gloom,<br>And ready for her last abode<br>The pale form like a lily showed,<br>By Virgin fingers duly spread,<br>And prized for love of summer fled.<br>The light from those soft-smiling eyes<br>Had fleeted to its parent skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O soothe us, haunt us, night and day,<br>Ye gentle Spirits far away,<br>With whom we shared the cup of grace,<br>Then parted; ye to Christ's embrace,<br>We to this lonesome world again,<br>Yet mindful of th' unearthly strain<br>Practised with you at Eden's door,<br>To be sung on, where Angels soar,<br>With blended voices evermore.</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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Too lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,
Your keen eye-glances are too bright,
Too restless for a sick man's sight.
Farewell; for one short life we part:
I rather woo the soothing art,
Which only souls in sufferings tr..."></div>
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