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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Christ</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take the dead Christ to my chamber, <br>The Christ I brought from Rome; <br>Over all the tossing ocean, <br>He has reached his western home; <br>Bear him as in procession, <br>And lay him solemnly <br>Where, through weary night and morning, <br>He shall bear me company. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The name I bear is other <br>Than that I bore by birth, <br>And I've given life to children <br>Who'll grow and dwell on earth; <br>But the time comes swiftly towards me <br>(Nor do I bid it stay), <br>When the dead Christ will be more to me <br>Than all I hold to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lay the dead Christ beside me, <br>Oh, press him on my heart, <br>I would hold him long and painfully <br>Till the weary tears should start; <br>Till the divine contagion <br>Heal me of self and sin, <br>And the cold weight press wholly down <br>The pulse that chokes within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reproof and frost, they fret me, <br>Towards the free, the sunny lands, <br>From the chaos of existence <br>I stretch these feeble hands; <br>And, penitential, kneeling, <br>Pray God would not be wroth, <br>Who gave not the strength of feeling, <br>And strength of labor both. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou'rt but a wooden carving, <br>Defaced of worms, and old; <br>Yet more to me thou couldst not be <br>Wert thou all wrapt in gold, <br>Like the gem-bedizened baby <br>Which, at the Twelth-day noon, <br>They show from the Ara Coeli's steps, <br>To a merry dancing tune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask of thee no wonders, <br>No changing white or red; <br>I dream not thou art living, <br>I love and prize thee dead. <br>That salutary deadness <br>I seek, through want and pain, <br>From which God's own high power can bid <br>Our virtue rise again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+Ward+Howe">Julia Ward Howe</a><div class=q>
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The Christ I brought from Rome; 
Over all the tossing ocean, 
He has reached his western home; 
Bear him as in procession, 
And lay him solemnly 
Where, through weary night and morning, 
He shall bear me compan..."></div>
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