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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Young Novice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lights yet gleamed on the holy shrine, the incense hung around,<br>But the rites were o’er, the silent church re-echoed to no sound;<br>Yet kneeling there on the altar steps, absorbed in ardent prayer,<br>Is a girl, as seraph meek and pure—as seraph heav’nly fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blue eyes, veiled by the lashes long that rest on that bright cheek<br>Are humbly bent, while the snow-white hands are clasped in fervor meek,<br>While in the classic lip and brow, each feature of that face,<br>And graceful high-bred air, is seen she comes of noble race. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, say, what means that dusky robe, that dark and flowing veil,<br>The silver cross—oh! need we ask? they tell at once their tale:<br>They say that, following in the path that fair as she have trod,<br>She hath renounced a fleeting world, to give herself to God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her sinless heart to no gay son of this earth hath she given,<br>Her’s is a higher, holier lot, to be the Bride of Heaven;<br>And the calm peace of the cloister’s walls, abode of humble worth,<br>Is the fit home for that spotless dove, too fair, too pure for earth.</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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