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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abraham’s Sacrifice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noontide sun streamed brightly down<br>Moriah’s mountain crest,<br>The golden blaze of his vivid rays<br>Tinged sacred Jordan’s breast;<br>While towering palms and flowerets sweet,<br>Drooped low ’neath Syria’s burning heat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sunny glare of the sultry air<br>Toiled up the mountain side<br>The Patriarch sage in stately age,<br>And a youth in health’s gay pride,<br>Bearing in eyes and in features fair<br>The stamp of his mother’s beauty rare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had not known when one rosy dawn,<br>Ere they started on their way,<br>She had smoothed with care his clustering hair,<br>And knelt with him to pray,<br>That his father’s hand and will alike<br>Were nerved at his young heart to strike. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Heavenly Power that with such dower<br>Of love fills a mother’s heart,<br>Ardent and pure, that can all endure,<br>Of her life itself a part,<br>Knew too well that love beyond all price<br>To ask of her such a sacrifice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the noble boy with laughing joy<br>Had borne up the mountain road<br>The altar wood, which in mournful mood<br>His sire had helped to load,<br>Type of Him who dragged up Calvary,<br>The cross on which he was doomed to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hot breath of noon began, full soon,<br>On his youthful frame to tell;<br>On the ivory brow, flushed, wearied now,<br>It laid its burning spell;<br>And listless—languid—he journeyed on,<br>The smiles from his lips and bright eyes gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once did he say, on their toilsome way,<br>“Father, no victim is near,”<br>But with heavy sigh and tear-dimmed eye,<br>In accents sad though clear,<br>Abraham answered: “The Lord, our guide,<br>A fitting sacrifice will provide.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The altar made and the fuel laid,<br>Lo! the victim stretched thereon<br>Is Abraham’s son, his only one,<br>Who at morning’s blushing dawn<br>Had started with smiles that care defied<br>To travel on at his father’s side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With grief-struck brow the Patriarch now<br>Bares the sharp and glittering knife;<br>On that mournful pyre, oh hapless sire!<br>Must he take his darling’s life?<br>Will fails not, though his eyes are dim,<br>God gave his boy—he belongs to him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With anguish riven, he casts towards Heaven<br>One look, imploring, wild,<br>That doth mutely pray for strength to slay<br>His own, his only child;<br>When forth on the air swells a glad command,<br>And an angel stays his trembling hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The offering done, the sire and son<br>Come down Moriah’s steep,<br>Joy gleaming now on Abraham’s brow,<br>In his heart thanksgiving deep;<br>While with love from His lofty and glorious Throne<br>Heaven’s King hath smiled on sire and son.</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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Moriah’s mountain crest,
The golden blaze of his vivid rays
Tinged sacred Jordan’s breast;
While towering palms and flowerets sweet,
Drooped low ’neath Syria’s burning heat. 

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