<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden Of Gethsemane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The place is fair and tranquil, Judaea’s cloudless sky<br>Smiles down on distant mountain, on glade and valley nigh,<br>And odorous winds bring fragrance from palm-tops darkly green,<br>And olive trees whose branches wave softly o’er the scene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whence comes the awe-struck feeling that fills the gazer’s breast,<br>The breath, quick-drawn and panting, the awe, the solemn rest?<br>What strange and holy magic seems earth and air to fill,<br>That worldly thoughts and feelings are now all hushed and still? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! here, one solemn evening, in ages long gone by,<br>A mourner knelt and sorrowed beneath the starlit sky,<br>And He whose drops of anguish bedewed the sacred sod<br>Was Lord of earth and heaven, our Saviour and our God! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark to the mournful whispers from olive leaf and bough!<br>They fanned His aching temples, His damp and grief-struck brow;<br>Hark! how the soft winds murmur with low and grieving tone!<br>They heard His words of anguish, they heard each sigh and moan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone in deepest agony, while tired apostles slept;<br>No one to share His vigil—weep with Him as He wept;<br>Before Him, clearly rising, the Cross, the dying pain,<br>And sins of hosts unnumbered whose souls He dies to gain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Garden of Gethsemane! the God-like lesson, then<br>Left as a precious token to suff’ring, sorrowing men,<br>Has breaking hearts oft strengthened, that else, so sharply tried,<br>Had sunk beneath sin’s burden and in despair had died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Garden of Gethsemane! “when pressed and sore afraid,”<br>May I in spirit enter beneath thine olive shade,<br>And, great though be my anguish, still, like that God-like One,<br>Submissive say: “Oh Father! Thy will, not mine, be done!”</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> <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=509994" data-title="The Garden Of Gethsemane de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="The place is fair and tranquil, Judaea’s cloudless sky Smiles down on distant mountain, on glade and valley nigh, And odorous winds bring fragrance from palm-tops darkly green, And olive trees whose branches wave softly o’er the scene. Whenc..."></div> </div> </div>

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