<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Ground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shy maids have haunts of still delight, <br>The lover glades he never tells; <br>And one is mine where mass the bright <br>And odoured chimes of foxglove-bells. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dewy, covert, silent place <br>Where surely long ago God walked <br>Close to His creature's blinded face, <br>And for his finer moulding talked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There hawthorn glows as if, white-hot, <br>God present, it were sacred found <br>To preach a creed too oft forgot-- <br>That all we tread is holy ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, could we but remember this, <br>Our thoughts would spring as purely up <br>To labour for our fellows' bliss <br>As doth to heaven a snowdrop's cup!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Rowland+Gale">Norman Rowland Gale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471048" data-title="Holy Ground de Norman Rowland Gale" data-description="Shy maids have haunts of still delight, The lover glades he never tells; And one is mine where mass the bright And odoured chimes of foxglove-bells. A dewy, covert, silent place Where surely long ago God walked Close to His creature's blind..."></div> </div> </div>

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