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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Living Temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOT in the world of light alone, <br> Where God has built his blazing throne, <br> Nor yet alone in earth below, <br> With belted seas that come and go, <br> And endless isles of sunlit green, <br> Is all thy Maker's glory seen: <br> Look in upon thy wondrous frame,--<br> Eternal wisdom still the same!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The smooth, soft air with pulse-like waves <br> Flows murmuring through its hidden caves, <br> Whose streams of brightening purple rush, <br> Fired with a new and livelier blush, <br> While all their burden of decay<br> The ebbing current steals away, <br> And red with Nature's flame they start <br> From the warm fountains of the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No rest that throbbing slave may ask, <br> Forever quivering o'er his task, <br> While far and wide a crimson jet <br> Leaps forth to fill the woven net<br> Which in unnumbered crossing tides <br> The flood of burning life divides, <br> Then, kindling each decaying part, <br> Creeps back to find the throbbing heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But warmed with that unchanging flame <br> Behold the outward moving frame, <br> Its living marbles jointed strong <br> With glistening band and silvery thong, <br> And linked to reason's guiding reins <br> By myriad rings in trembling chains, <br> Each graven with the threaded zone <br> Which claims it as the master's own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See how yon beam of seeming white <br> Is braided out of seven-hued light, <br> Yet in those lucid globes no ray <br> By any chance shall break astray. <br> Hark how the rolling surge of sound, <br> Arches and spirals circling round, <br> Wakes the hushed spirit through thine ear<br> With music it is heaven to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then mark the cloven sphere that holds<br> All thought in its mysterious folds;<br> That feels sensation's faintest thrill, <br> And flashes forth the sovereign will; <br> Think on the stormy world that dwells <br> Locked in its dim and clustering cells!<br> The lightning gleams of power it sheds <br> Along its hollow glassy threads!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Father! grant thy love divine <br> To make these mystic temples thine!<br> When wasting age and wearying strife <br> Have sapped the leaning walls of life, <br> When darkness gathers over all, <br> And the last tottering pillars fall, <br> Take the poor dust thy mercy warms, <br> And mould it into heavenly forms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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 Where God has built his blazing throne, 
 Nor yet alone in earth below, 
 With belted seas that come and go, 
 And endless isles of sunlit green, 
 Is all thy Maker's glory seen: 
 Look in upon thy wondrous frame..."></div>
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