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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Touching Ceremony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a golden autumn morning,<br>Just fifty years ago,<br>When harvests ripe lay smiling<br>In the sunshine’s yellow glow,<br>A pious group was standing<br>Round the lighted altar’s flame<br>In the humble convent chapel<br>Of the Nuns of Notre Dame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A girl of fifteen summers,<br>With gentle, serious air,<br>In novice garb of purple,<br>Was humbly kneeling there;<br>Uttering the vows so binding<br>Whose magic power sufficed<br>To make that child-like maiden<br>The well-loved Bride of Christ. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No troubled, anxious shadow<br>O’er-clouded that young brow,<br>As with look and voice unfaltering<br>She breathed her solemn vow:<br>No regretful glances cast she<br>On the pomps that she had spurned,<br>Nor the dream of love and pleasure<br>From which she had coldly turned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fifty years of joy and sorrow<br>Since that day have o’er her flown—<br>Years of words and deeds of mercy,<br>Living but for God alone—<br>And again a group is standing,<br>By this holy scene enticed,<br>To renew the golden bridal<br>Of this faithful spouse of Christ. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, her brow has lost the smoothness<br>And her cheek the fresh young glow<br>That adorned them on that autumn<br>Morning—fifty years ago;<br>But, oh! think not that her Bridegroom<br>Loves her anything the less;<br>He sees but the inward beauty<br>And the spirit’s loveliness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloister honors long have fallen<br>Ceaseless, constant, to her lot,<br>But, like cloister honors falling,<br>Unto one who sought them not;<br>Daughter meek of the great Foundress<br>Of thy honored house and name,<br>Worthy art thou to be Abbess<br>Of the nuns of Notre Dame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Just fifty years ago,
When harvests ripe lay smiling
In the sunshine’s yellow glow,
A pious group was standing
Round the lighted altar’s flame
In the humble convent chapel
Of the Nuns of Notre Dame. 

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