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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Convert's Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed Light of saints on high<br>Who fill the mansions of the sky,<br>Sure defence, whose mercy still<br>Preserves thy subjects here from ill,<br>O my Jesus! make me know<br>How to pay the thanks I owe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the fond sheep that id'ly strays<br>With wanton play thro' winding ways,<br>Which never hits the road of home,<br>O'er Wilds of danger learns to roam,<br>'Till weari'd out with idle fear<br>And passing there and turning here,<br>He will for rest to covert run<br>And meet the wolf he wish'd to shun;<br>Thus wretched I, thro' wanton will<br>Run blind and headlong on in ill:<br>'Twas thus from sin to sin I flew<br>And thus I might have perish'd too;<br>But mercy dropt the likeness here<br>And shew'd and sav'd me from my fear;<br>While o'er the darkness of my mind<br>The sacred spirit purely shin'd,<br>And mark'd and bright'ned all the way<br>Which leads to everlasting day,<br>And broke the thick'ning clouds of sin<br>And fix'd the light of love within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From hence my ravish'd soul aspires<br>And dates the rise of its desires.<br>From hence to thee my God! I turn,<br>And fervent wishes say I burn,<br>I burn thy glorious face to see<br>And live in endless joy with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's no such ardent kind of flame<br>Between the lover and the dame,<br>Nor such affection parents bear<br>To their young and only heir, <br>Tho' join'd together both conspire<br>And boast a doubled force of fire.<br>My tender heart within its seat<br>Dissolves before the scorching heat,<br>As soft'ning wax is taught to run<br>Before the warmness of the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my flame my pleasing pain<br>Burn and purify my stain,<br>Warm me, burn me, day by day<br>'Till you purge my earth away,<br>'Till at the last I throughly shine<br>And turn a torch of love divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Who fill the mansions of the sky,
Sure defence, whose mercy still
Preserves thy subjects here from ill,
O my Jesus! make me know
How to pay the thanks I owe.

As the fond sheep that id'ly strays
With wanton play thr..."></div>
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