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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear people, swelled in fool's wisdom <br>And clinging to error so fanciful, <br>To the skies, adorned in hosts of fair stars, <br>Look up - and make bright your dimlit minds!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know ye that 'tis a wise Lord, an eternal <br>Lord there with palace midst fiery vault, <br>Whereon airy voids He's fastened high <br>And great waters freed of earth's pondrance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day, at times fixed, to night's shadow ceding; <br>Night, at times fixed, ceding unto the day, <br>Thus do testify with course so concordant <br>That 'twas no mere chance earth came to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky's mechanics, fashioned in accord, <br>Proclaim 'tis God's wisdom, His endless might<br>That ever sways them, and o'er a vast <br>Earth is this voice heard on all ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in no haunt of the habited world <br>Be there people so basely simple <br>They'd mark not that a faultless law <br>Sways the heavens, for no time doth it err.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, when a cloud veils not the heavens, <br>Looks unamazed on the stars' bright lustre? <br>Or when the sun doth his eyes assail with <br>Light, whilst reeling in its flaming arc?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rising forth from his bridesbed,<br>Groom-like, adorned in raiments<br>Of pure gold, a crown of priceless<br>Gems glowing radiant o'er his brow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From a full course not leastwise spent, <br>Forceful he plunges! Well he's likened <br>In his shape, strength, and speed, <br>To the behemoth of a hundred limbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soaring from the east to where dark night <br>Ascends, light he adds to the stars; <br>And whatsoever be on a low earth, <br>He begets and nurtures by his flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But order in the lofty firmament<br>Draws a viewers' thoughts less so,<br>Than doth Thine own law, Lord, to propriety<br>Turn the senses and lay waste desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No change do Thy promises know,<br>And with truth's glow our hearts they affirm;<br>Thou so dost punish should one offend,<br>That in him Thy sacred suffering works gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy commandment delights our eyes <br>With grateful bliss, O Lord, and forms<br>Thy true glory which age injures not, <br>Whilst with steely tooth it crumbles all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Thine Edicts, guarding them heedfully, <br>Truth and piety all times abide; <br>Sweeter they are than honey, greater <br>Yet than gilded metal and rare jewels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis why, in his heart, Lord, Thy servant <br>Shall ne'er cease minding them duly, <br>Knowing the reward Thou hast readied <br>For each who would keep them always.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet who is it marks all his failings? <br>O God forever, cleanse me Thyself, <br>Do away with my sundry misdeeds <br>Whence unknowingly I am sullied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And grant pride's force, hideous <br>To Thee, would enter not in my heart.<br>So wouldst Thou forever, with no travail,<br>Cast off the fetters of my great impiety.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words from my mouth, this meek thought <br>From an abased heart, deign accept, <br>Lord, I beg Thee! For Thou art salvation,<br>My God, my Hope, my Sustinance...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikolaj+Sep+Szarzynski">Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski</a><div class=q>
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And clinging to error so fanciful, 
To the skies, adorned in hosts of fair stars, 
Look up - and make bright your dimlit minds!

Know ye that 'tis a wise Lord, an eternal 
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