<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lenton Communion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rest in a friend's house, Dear, I pray:<br>The way is long to Good Friday,<br>And very chill and grey the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No crocus with its shining cup,<br>Nor the gold daffodil is up, --<br>Nothing is here save the snowdrop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit down with me and taste good cheer:<br>Too soon, too soon, Thy Passion's here;<br>The wind is keen and the skies drear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit by my fire and break my bread.<br>Yea, from Thy dish may I be fed,<br>And under Thy feet my hair spread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, in the quiet, chill and sweet,<br>Let me pour water for Thy feet,<br>While the crowd goes by in the Street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why wouldst Thou dream of spear or sword,<br>Or of the ingrate rabble, Lord?<br>There is no sound save the song of a bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us sit down and talk at ease<br>About Thy Father's business.<br>(What shouts were those borne on the breeze?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, Lord, it cannot be for Thee<br>They raise the tallest cross of the three<br>On yon dark Mount of Calvary!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So soon, so soon, the hour's flown!<br>The glory's dying: Thou art gone<br>Out on Thy lonely way, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428647" data-title="Lenton Communion de Katharine Tynan" data-description="Rest in a friend's house, Dear, I pray: The way is long to Good Friday, And very chill and grey the way. No crocus with its shining cup, Nor the gold daffodil is up, -- Nothing is here save the snowdrop. Sit down with me and taste good cheer: To..."></div> </div> </div>

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