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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Watching Unto God In The Night Season (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Season of my purest pleasure,<br>Sealer of observing eyes!<br>When, in larger, freer measure,<br>I can commune with the skies;<br>While, beneath thy shade extended,<br>Weary man forgets his woes,<br>I, my daily trouble ended,<br>Find, in watching, my repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence all around prevailing,<br>Nature hushed in slumber sweet,<br>No rude noise mine ears assailing,<br>Now my God and I can meet:<br>Universal nature slumbers,<br>And my soul partakes the calm,<br>Breathes her ardour out in numbers,<br>Plaintive song or lofty psalm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now my passion, pure and holy,<br>Shines and burns without restraint;<br>Which the day's fatigue and folly<br>Cause to languish, dim and faint:<br>Charming hours of relaxation!<br>How I dread the ascending sun!<br>Surely, idle conversation<br>Is an evil matched by none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worldly prate and babble hurt me;<br>Unintelligible prove;<br>Neither teach me nor divert me;<br>I have ears for none but love.<br>Me they rude esteem, and foolish,<br>Hearing my absurd replies;<br>I have neither art's fine polish,<br>Nor the knowledge of the wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simple souls, and unpolluted<br>By conversing with the great,<br>Have a mind and taste ill suited<br>To their dignity and state;<br>All their talking, reading, writing,<br>Are but talents misapplied;<br>Infants' prattle I delight in,<br>Nothing human choose beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis the secret fear of sinning<br>Checks my tongue, or I should say,<br>When I see the night beginning,<br>I am glad of parting day:<br>Love this gentle admonition<br>Whispers soft within my breast;<br>'Choice befits not thy condition,<br>Acquiescence suits thee best.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Henceforth, the repose and pleasure<br>Night affords me I resign;<br>And thy will shall be the measure,<br>Wisdom infinite! of mine:<br>Wishing is but inclination<br>Quarrelling with thy decrees;<br>Wayward nature finds the occasion--<br>'Tis her folly and disease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night, with its sublime enjoyments,<br>Now no longer will I choose;<br>Nor the day, with its employments,<br>Irksome as they seem, refuse;<br>Lessons of a God's inspiring<br>Neither time nor place impedes;<br>From our wishing and desiring<br>Our unhappiness proceeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Sealer of observing eyes!
When, in larger, freer measure,
I can commune with the skies;
While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes,
I, my daily trouble ended,
Find, in watching, my repose.

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