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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The bright blessed day with joy we see</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bright blessed day with joy we see<br>Rise out of the sea at dawning;<br>It lightens the sky unceasingly,<br>Our gain and delight adorning!<br>As children of light we sense that soon<br>Dark night will give way to morning!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Lord chose the blessed midnight hour<br>To come down without our knowing,<br>Then clear in the east in dawn’s pale bower<br>The sun’s hues in strength were growing:<br>Then light filled the sky, in which the earth<br>Shall shimmer with inner glowing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were each forest tree to come alive,<br>And each leaf a voice be granted,<br>The law of God’s mercy they’d contrive<br>In vain in words to have chanted;<br>Since Life’s Light now shines for ever more,<br>In old and young firmly planted!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, though every blade of grass could speak,<br>In meadow or field or clearing,<br>A thanksgiving hymn they could not seek<br>To sing for our human hearing,<br>Befitting the day, for light and life,<br>While eons their course are steering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain would the weak man try who chose<br>To conquer the mountain summit,<br>The eagle is wily, though, and knows<br>The wind will not let it plummet,<br>And even the small blithe lark can brave<br>The sky and yet overcome it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river so brash with thund’rous noise<br>From crag-face comes downwards crashing<br>The streams down below have no such voice,<br>Though murmur with gentle plashing,<br>So gently they wind through grassy lea<br>Up under the lime trees splashing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thank we our God, our father good,<br>As larks in their dawn-time chorus,<br>For each day he gave, as so we should<br>For life he from death won for us,<br>For all that has nurtured human souls<br>For thousands of years before us!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As long as we see the golden day,<br>And woods are the Danes’ own bowers,<br>We’ll deck every pew with sprigs of may<br>And forefathers’ graves with flowers<br>A wonderful feast of life and joy,<br>A Whitsuntide gift that’s ours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then from our eyes will start to flow<br>Mild tears like a stream now thriving,<br>And streams join and to a river grow<br>That fain for Life’s Source is striving<br>It secretly gains, like some deep sigh,<br>So early yet late arriving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And no day can have so long a growth<br>That evening cannot be sighted,<br>Its light and its setting sun are both<br>What God in his church has lighted;<br>But ever again it dawns anew<br>For hearts who in morn delighted!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let day gently glide this Whitsuntide,<br>With haloing rays full-flashing!<br>The hours pleasing God as past they slide,<br>As meadowland stream soft-plashing,<br>So joyously now the last one winds,<br>Up under the lime trees splashing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like gold is the dawn just moments old,<br>When day from its death is rising,<br>Yet we too are kissed with lips of gold<br>By sunset so sweet-enticing,<br>Then every dull gaze will glint afresh,<br>Pale cheeks with new blush surprising!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll journey then to our fatherland,<br>Where no day lies still thereafter,<br>Where stands a strong castle, proud and grand,<br>Whose halls all resound with laughter,<br>And there we will talk till time is done<br>In light with our friends hereafter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicolaj+Frederik+Severin+Grundtvig">Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig</a><div class=q>
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Rise out of the sea at dawning;
It lightens the sky unceasingly,
Our gain and delight adorning!
As children of light we sense that soon
Dark night will give way to morning!

Our Lord chose the blessed midnigh..."></div>
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