<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536339" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ancient of days! What word is thy command<br>To one befooled of wit and his own way?<br>What counsel hast thou, and what chastening hand<br>For a lost soul grown old in its dismay?<br>What penance shall he do, what ransom pay,<br>Of blood poured out for faith in a far land,<br>What mute knee--service, weeping here to--day,<br>In words of prayer no ear shall understand?<br>Let him thy servant be, the least of all<br>In the Lord's Courts, but near thy mysteries,<br>To touch the crumbs which from thy table fall,<br>Let him--. But lo, thou speakest: ``Not with these<br>Is God delighted. Get thee homeward hence.<br>They need thee more who wait deliverance!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536339" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIX de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Ancient of days! What word is thy command To one befooled of wit and his own way? What counsel hast thou, and what chastening hand For a lost soul grown old in its dismay? What penance shall he do, what ransom pay, Of blood poured out for faith in..."></div> </div> </div>

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