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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Saviour’s Boyhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With what a flood of wondrous thoughts<br>Each Christian breast must swell<br>When, wandering back through ages past,<br>With simple faith they dwell<br>On quiet Nazareth’s sacred sod,<br>Where the Child Saviour’s footsteps trod. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awe-struck we picture to ourselves<br>That brow serene and fair,<br>That gentle face, the long rich curls<br>Of wavy golden hair,<br>And those deep wondrous, star-like eyes,<br>Holy and calm as midnight skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We see Him in the work-shop shed<br>With Joseph, wise and good,<br>Obedient to His guardian’s word,<br>Docile and meek of mood;<br>The Mighty Lord of Heaven and Earth<br>Toiling like one of lowly birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or else, with His young Mother fair—<br>That sinless, spotless one,<br>Who watched with fond and reverent care,<br>Her high and glorious Son,<br>Knowing a matron’s joy and pride,<br>And yet a Virgin pure beside. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All marvelled at the strange, shy grace<br>Of Mary’s gentle Son;<br>Young mothers envied her the Boy<br>Who love from all hearts won;<br>And, gazing on that face so mild,<br>Prayed low to Heaven for such a child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though with the boys of Nazareth<br>He never joined in mirth,<br>Yet young and old felt strangely drawn<br>Towards His modest worth;<br>E’en though that quiet, wondrous Child,<br>Had never laughed nor even smiled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For even then prophetic rose<br>Before His spirit’s gaze<br>The cruel Cross, the griefs reserved<br>For manhood’s coming days,<br>And, worse than all, the countless host<br>That, spite His pangs, might yet be lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent and calm, He held His way<br>From morn till evening still;<br>His thoughts intent on working out<br>His Mighty Father’s will;<br>While Heaven bent in ecstasy,<br>O’er the Boy-God of Galilee.</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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