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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In War-Time: A Prayer Of The Understanding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, this is night. Hast thou, oh sun, refused<br>Thy countenance, or is thy golden arm<br>Shortened, or from thy shining place in heaven<br>Art thou put down and lost? Neither hast thou<br>Refused thy constant face, nor is thine arm<br>Shortened, nor from thy principality<br>Art thou deposed, oh sun. Ours, ours, the sin,<br>The sorrow. From thy steadfast noon we turned<br>Into the eastern shade-and this is night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet so revolves the axle of the world,<br>And by that brief aversion wheels us round<br>To morn, and rolls us on the larger paths<br>Of annual duty. Thou observant moon,<br>That dancest round the seasonable earth<br>As David round the ark, but half thy ring<br>In process, yet, complete, the circular whole<br>Promotes thee, and expedes thy right advance,<br>And all thy great desire of summer signs.<br>And thou, oh sun, our centre, who thyself<br>Art satellite, and, conscious of the far<br>Archelion, in obedience of free will<br>And native duty, as the good man walks<br>Among the children's faces, with thine house<br>About thee, least and greatest, first and last,<br>Makest of the blue eternal holiday<br>Thy glad perambulation; and thou, far<br>Archelion, feudatory still, of one<br>Not sovran nor in fee of paramount power;<br>Moons round your worlds, worlds round your suns, suns round<br>Such satraps as in orderly degree<br>Confess a lordlier regent and pervade<br>A vaster cycle-ye, so moved, commoved,<br>Revolving and convolving, turn the heavens<br>Upon the pivot of that summery star,<br>Centre of all we know: and thou, oh star,<br>Centre of all we know, chief crown of crowns,<br>Who art the one in all, the all in one,<br>And seest the ordered whole-nought uninvolved<br>But all involved to one direct result<br>Of multiform volution-in one pomp,<br>One power, one tune, one time, upon one path<br>Move with thee moving, Thou, amid thy host<br>Marchest-ah whither?<br>--Oh God, before Whom<br>We marshal thus Thy legioned works to take<br>The secret of Thy counsel, and array<br>Congress and progress, and, with multitude<br>As conquerors and to conquer, in consent<br>Of universal law, approach Thy bound,<br>Thine immemorial bound, and at Thy face<br>Heaven and earth flee away; oh Thou Lord God,<br>Whether oh absolute existence, Thou,<br>The Maker, makest, and this fair we see<br>Be but the mote and dust of that unseen<br>Unsought unsearchable; or whether Thou<br>Whose goings forth are from of old, around<br>Thy going in mere effluence without care<br>Breathest creation out into the cold<br>Beyond Thee, and, within Thine ambient breath,<br>So walkest everlasting as we walk<br>The unportioned snows; or whether, meditating<br>Eternity, self-centred, self-fulfilled,<br>Self-continent, Thou thinkest and we live,<br>A little while forgettest and we fade,<br>Rememberest and we are, and this bright vision<br>Wherein we move, nay all our total sum<br>And story, be to Thee as to a man<br>When in the drop and rising of a lid<br>Lo the swift rack and fashion of a dream,<br>No more; oh Thou inscrutable, whose ways<br>Are not as ours, whose form we know not, voice<br>Hear not, true work behold not, mystery<br>Conceive not, who-as thunder shakes the world<br>And rings a silver bell-hast sometime moved<br>The tongue of man, but in Thy proper speech<br>Wearest a human language on a word<br>As limpets on a rock, who, as Eternal,<br>Omnipotential, Infinite, Allwise,<br>In measure of Thine operation hast<br>No prime or term, in subject as in scheme<br>No final end, in eidol as in act<br>Nought but the perfect God; oh Thou Supreme,<br>Inaudible, Invisible, Unknown,<br>Thy will be done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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Thy countenance, or is thy golden arm
Shortened, or from thy shining place in heaven
Art thou put down and lost? Neither hast thou
Refused thy constant face, nor is thine arm
Shortened, nor from thy pr..."></div>
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