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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mons Angelorum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MOSES, JOSHUA, THE THREE ANGELS OF THE UNIVERSE </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening: a slope of Pisgah </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses –Our span of life is lessening with the years,<br>Our little sun rolls swiftlier to its end<br>Among the eternal stars. It is a feather<br>Blown from a careless lip into the dark,<br>A fallen feather, the lily of a day,<br>Brimming with blood and tears instead of dew,<br>And dying with its sleep. Having known life,<br>Having known day, I pass into the night;<br>Having long spoken with God, I hold my peace;<br>Having long held the sword, I lay it down,<br>And the new watch believes me. Is all well ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua –O father of my soul, I cannot tell.<br>The burden of the Lord is heavy on me, <br>And I am broken beneath it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – Since I knew, <br>All my desires and cares have gone from me.<br>Rather I think on old forgotten things–<br>A song within the temple-court, to her,<br>Isis, the Lady of Love. How white she sat<br>Above the crowded gate ! I was a boy:<br>I ran and laid a lotus on her knees,<br>Dreaming she smiled in answer. Ah, those dreams<br>Far on the shining level of the sands,–<br>Thebes and old Tanis builded of a cloud !<br>The reeds beside the river, those sweet trees<br>Full of warm buds that ripen and unclose<br>At eve; the barges passing on the Nile<br>Like golden water-fowl with ivory wings;<br>The gardens and the great pomegranate flowers,<br>And she, my gentle mother in Mizraim, <br>Calling me, 'Mesu, Mesu.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua – I cannot think. <br>My sorrow stays me and my grief prevents. <br>Yet there are heathen foes and wars to come.<br>I take thy sword. I cannot take thy soul,<br>Master of Law, unshaken friend of God,<br>But I can fight for Israel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – Fight, and stand<br>Firmly for God. Jehovah is salvation.<br>And now, beloved son in all but blood,<br>Go, get you down again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua – A little longer,<br>Leave me a little longer with you, lord ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses –No longer, for the gates of life are lonely.<br>Out of the dark man cometh to his life,<br>Into the dark he goeth.<br>Down, look down, <br>Down to the clustered tents, each with its lives<br>Of foolish children, vexed with many fears,<br>Agonies, hopes, beliefs inherited,<br>Dark hates, fond dreams, divine humilities.<br>Shall they go leaderless from stream to stream,<br>Following the far-flung visions of despair, <br>These that have been my sheep ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua – I cannot, father..<br>I am a man of war and not of wisdom.<br>They will not know my voice nor follow me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses –Man, is it thy faint voice shall be uplifted,<br>To soothe the fearful and uphold the strong.<br>To lead the unshaken tribes to victory<br>Against the men of Amalek and Ai,<br>Lords of the plain and coast ? Is it thy strength ?<br>Nay, but Jehovah's in thee. As the cloud<br>Filling the empty valley of the hills,<br>As the white flood along the water courses<br>That once were barren, so His strength will pass<br>Into the pits and runnels of thy soul.<br>Fight, for the Lord is with thee. Stand thou firm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua –Lo, I would rather stay and die with thee<br>Than pass with shining banners and with song <br>Of silver shawms and trumpets, in thy place<br>Over the river Jordan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – Nay, I pass<br>Over a deeper river, with no songs,<br>No mighty trumpetings, no pride of banners.<br>Toil have I borne but triumph is not mine.<br>Once, once mine eyes shall see the Promised Land,<br>Her forts and towers, cities and pleasant fields,<br>Her palms and cedars, vines and olive trees,<br>And then be darkened. Here's my heritage,<br>Here by these mighty chasms, these Godward peaks,<br>My last resort, my lone abiding place.<br>See, the night comes. How is it with thee, son? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joshua –A cloud has drawn between us and the plain,<br>A darkness moves between us and the sky,<br>Full of vague voices, mighty whisperings, <br>Wings, and the sound of them.<br>O, never man<br>Has breathed such chilling air as this which blows<br>Out of the dark. O, never man has heard<br>Such sounds as these which beat upon my soul,<br>Known, yet unknown; familiar, yet most dread !<br>Lord, must I go ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – This is the wind of death,<br>And this the cold that lies without the world,<br>And these the sounds that thrill the untrodden void<br>Beyond the lonelier stars. Go down, go down<br>To darknened Israel mourning in his tents.<br>I can no longer see thee. Stand thou firm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Joshua goes; the cloud surrounds Moses.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ye celestial presences, great shapes<br>With terrible fair faces, towering wings,–<br>Wings with the wine-deep glow of amethyst, <br>Sheath over sheath like folded waterbuds<br>Lit with an inward flame; wings pale as foam,<br>Faint plumes showered with silver; wings serene<br>Uplifted in a radiant arc of dawn,–<br>Unchain the prisoned pinions of this soul,<br>Say to the blind bird, Fly. Bid life recede,<br>A bubble before the advancing wave of death.<br>From my youth upward I have spoken of death,<br>Nor knew the word so sweet. There's music in it,<br>Music to break the heart. O, heavenly guards,<br>Looking so long in your immortal eyes<br>I am grown old. Death calls me as a sleep,<br>A rest desired, a rich forgetfulness, <br>After too much of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Darkness – Life is no more.<br>A little flame soon swallowed in the night, <br>A harp that hath no voice, a bow unstrung.<br>Pride of the grass and power of the reed,<br>Life is as swift in breaking. Peace be on thee;<br>Mine are the wings of peace. Men call me death,<br>But so God hath not named me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Light – Life is past,<br>Thy ground is taken, thy tent is pitched forever.<br>Drink of these wells and be forsworn of sorrow,<br>Forsaken of weeping. Men have called me death,<br>Yet am I less and greater. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Dreams – Peace be on thee.<br>Peace and good rest. Mine are the wings of silence<br>Folded in silver sleep before my face;<br>This in my hand is golden fruit of Eden,<br>Whose scent is sleep; its flame-white flower grew<br>Along the glades where Adam walked with God.<br>Death have men called me, yet I am not death<br>Take thy last look on life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – O, Land of Promise.<br>From the great plains of Moab to the sea,–<br>Thy blossoming orchards, streams, and palaces<br>Like golden beads threaded on silver strings,<br>Thy towering walls and pinnacles of pride,–<br>A fruitful field it is, ripe for the harvest,<br>The harvest of the sword.<br>I shall not reap it,<br>The winepress of His wrath I shall not tread.<br>Plighted am I to silence; I go down,<br>Dead, to the dead, and am no more remembered<br>Upon the lips of men.<br>Those sceptred kings, <br>The solemn dead of old Mizraim, who sit<br>Forever in the sun beside their tombs,<br>With blank eyes smiling on eternity,<br>Crowned with the reed and lotus, do they live<br>More than their grass and lilies? Those I knew, <br>Princes and scribes, lords of the desert, priests<br>Learned above the wit of common minds,<br>Captains and merchants, rulers over gold,<br>Feathers and spices, emeralds, ivories,<br>Brought to the feet of Pharaoh: what of them ?<br>What of the King, Lord of the North and South,<br>Son of the Sun, like to the Sun forever?<br>A sun? A darkened light, a star o'erwhelmed,<br>When his fierce horsemen sank beneath that surge<br>Whose crest was blood and terror,–when there died<br>On one hushed night, all the firstborn of Egypt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O night divine, I set thine excellence<br>Above the twice-crowned noon. Here is no star,<br>No slenderest crescent poised above the world,<br>No lingering love of day. But the soft dark<br>Folds inward as a flower, enfolding me, <br>My length of little days, wisdom and grief,<br>Light as a drop of rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Dreams – Tender is night,<br>But tenderer far the limits of this death,<br>This dream-encompassed city. Here no sound<br>Shall wake thee, from thy sleep no storm disturb,<br>Though here all storms are born. Tempest and cloud,<br>Thunder and hail, the mightiest airs of God,<br>The hosts of night, the hot triumphant dawn,<br>Seasons, and times, and days, unknown shall march<br>O'er thy surrendered head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – O loneliest rest ! <br>On my lost grave only the winds shall mourn,<br>The white rain do me service, the sad stars<br>Age after age with endless circling eyes<br>View this last desolation. In thy hands,<br>Into thy hands, O death. Break the worn thread <br>That binds the rifted pattern of the loom.<br>O King of kings, forsake not now Thy servant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Darkness – Lo, the black crags leap to the vaulted cloud,<br>Towering without a sound. The dark takes substance<br>In domes and depths of mightiest design<br>And seals him from the world. Pillared like Thebes,<br>Straight as the tall palm-orchard lift the walls<br>Of this vast grave. Life has no meaning here,<br>Light has no name nor place. O human heart,<br>Fain for the little shows of grief, for tears<br>And kindlier sepulchre, no king shall sleep<br>So royally housed as thou. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses – Draw near, draw near.<br>The string is all but parted. Shape thy wings<br>Into a roof of silver silences,<br>A dome of deep repose. O murmuring flood, <br>O tide of death lifting the weed of life, <br>O passive arbiter, indifferent power<br>In whose still hand the kingdoms of the world<br>Lie like a beggar's coin, beneath whose heel<br>Nations are drifted dust, accept thou me.<br>The bubble of life is broken. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Light – Life begins<br>Cover his face, kind Darkness, with thy wings<br>Smooth as the wild swan's breast. Let no wind wake<br>An echo in this holy solitude.<br>Let the enduring seasons with soft tread<br>Circle these sacred hills; no falling star<br>Shiver the fine perfection of repose.<br>God hath his life. Guard Thou his mighty dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel of Darkness – I am the firstborn angel. Ere this world<br>Was shapen, I endured within the void<br>Waiting the word of God. Beyond this world<br>I shall endure, when the young stars are driven <br>Outworn in dust along the roads of space,<br>Blown by the breath of chaos. When this plan,<br>This present firmament, vision and light,<br>Princes of heaven, dominions, powers, are past,<br>I shall remain about the eternal throne<br>Veiling the thoughts of God. Leave him with me,<br>Ye younger spirits; such silence is too old<br>For your bright souls to bear. Leave me my dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The angels of Light and Dreams take flight.<br>The angel of Darkness covers Moses with his wings.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead are mine. Swift they come down to me.<br>The little life they suffer, their frail dream<br>Is past. Here is no memory, here no hope,<br>No reason, no despair nor happiness.<br>Only the dust and I. It is His will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voices of Israel –Who now shall stand between us and our God ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q>
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Evening: a slope of Pisgah 

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Our little sun rolls swiftlier to its end
Among the eternal stars. It is a feather
Blown from a careless lip into..."></div>
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