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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bridegroom Of Cana</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There was a marriage in Cana of Galilee. . . . And both Jesus was called, and His disciples, to the marriage.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VEIL thine eyes, O belovéd, my spouse,<br>Turn them away,<br>Lest in their light my life withdrawn<br>Dies as a star, as a star in the day,<br>As a dream in the dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slenderly hang the olive leaves<br>Sighing apart;<br>The rose and silver doves in the eaves<br>With a murmur of music bind our house.<br>Honey and wine in thy words are stored,<br>Thy lips are bright as the edge of a sword<br>That hath found my heart,<br>That hath found my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet, I have waked from a dream of thee,–<br>And of Him.<br>He who came when the songs were done.<br>From the net of thy smiles my heart went free<br>And the golden lure of thy love grew dim.<br>I turned to them asking, 'Who is He,<br>Royal and sad, who comes to the feast<br>And sits Him down in the place of the least?'<br>And they said, 'He is Jesus, the carpenter's son.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear how my harp on a single string<br>Murmurs of love.<br>Down in the fields the thrushes sing<br>And the lark is lost in the light above,<br>Lost in the infinite, glowing whole,<br>As I in thy soul,<br>As I in thy soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, I am fain for thy glowing grace<br>As the pool for the star, as the rain for the rill.<br>Turn to me, trust to me, mirror me<br>As the star in the pool, as the cloud in the sea.<br>Love, I looked awhile in His face<br>And was still. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shaft of the dawn strikes clear and sharp;<br>Hush, my harp.<br>Hush my harp, for the day is begun,<br>And the lifting, shimmering flight of the swallow<br>Breaks in a curve on the brink of morn,<br>Over the sycamores, over the corn,<br>Cling to me, cleave to me, prison me<br>As the mote in the flame, as the shell in the sea,<br>For the winds of the dawn say, 'Follow, follow<br>Jesus Bar-Joseph, the carpenter's son.'</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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VEIL thine eyes, O belovéd, my spouse,
Turn them away,
Lest in their light my life withdrawn
Dies as a star, as a star in the day,
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