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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend of St. Austin and the Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Austin, going in thought <br>Along the sea-sands gray, <br>Into another world was caught,<br>And Carthage far away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the City of God <br>Hang in the saffron sky; <br>And this was holy ground he trod, <br>Where mortals come not nigh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw pale spires aglow, <br>Houses of heavenly sheen; <br>All in a world of rose and snow, <br>A sea of gold and green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There amid Paradise <br>The saint was rapt away <br>From unillumined sands and skies <br>And floor of muddy clay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His soul took wings and flew, <br>Forgetting mortal stain, <br>Upon the track of that bright crew <br>That homed to heaven again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgetting mortal dearth <br>It seized on heavenly things, <br>Till it was cast again to earth, <br>Because it had not wings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because the Three in One <br>He could not understand, <br>Baffled and beaten and undone, <br>He gazed o'er sea and land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then by a little pool<br>A lovely child he saw;<br>A harmless thing and beautiful,<br>And yet so full of awe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That with a curved sea-shell, <br>Held in his rosy hand, <br>Had scooped himself a little well <br>Within the yielding sand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to and fro went he, <br>Between it and the wave, <br>Bearing his shell filled with the sea <br>To find a sandy grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is it that you do, <br>You lovely boy and bold?' <br>'I empty out the ocean blue, <br>You man so wise and old! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'See you how in this cup <br>I bind the great sea's girth !'<br>'Ah no, the gray sands suck it up <br>Your cup is little worth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now put your play aside,<br>And let the ocean be. <br>Tell me your name, O violet-eyed, <br>That empty out the sea ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What lineage high and fine<br>Is yours, O kingly boy, <br>That sure art sprung of royal line,<br>A people's hope and joy.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Austin, as you have said, <br>A crown my Sire doth wear, <br>My mother was a royal maid <br>And yet went cold and bare.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shook his golden curls, <br>A scornful laugh laughed he:<br>'The night that I was born, the churls, <br>They would not shelter me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Only the ox and ass, <br>The night that I was born, <br>Made me a cradle of the grass <br>And watched by me till morn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The night that I was born <br>The ass and ox alone, <br>Betwixt the midnight and the morn, <br>Knelt down upon the stone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The bitter night I came, <br>Each star sang in its sphere. <br>Now riddle, riddle me my name, <br>My Austin, tried and dear.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Austin is on his face, <br>Before that vision bright.<br>'My Lord, what dost Thou in this place <br>With such a sinful wight?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I come not here in wrath, <br>But I come here in love, <br>My Austin, skilled in life and death, <br>Thy vanity to prove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mortal, yet over-bold <br>To fly where th' eagle flies, <br>As soon this cup the sea will hold <br>As thou My Mysteries. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Patience a little yet, <br>And thou shalt be with Me, <br>And in thy soul's small cup unmeet <br>Myself will pour the sea.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Austin raised his head <br>No child was there beside, <br>But in the cup the Child had made <br>There swelled the rising tide.</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>
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Along the sea-sands gray, 
Into another world was caught,
And Carthage far away. 

He saw the City of God 
Hang in the saffron sky; 
And this was holy ground he trod, 
Where mortals come not nigh. 

He saw pale spires..."></div>
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