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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537982" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wisdom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ere God had built the mountains, <br>Or raised the fruitful hills; <br>Before he fill'd the fountains <br>That feed the running rills; <br>In me from everlasting, <br>The wonderful I am, <br>Found pleasures never wasting, <br>And Wisdom is my name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When, like a tent to dwell in, <br>He spread the skies abroad, <br>And swathed about the swelling <br>Of Ocean's mighty flood; <br>He wrought by weight and measure, <br>And I was with Him then: <br>Myself the Father's pleasure, <br>And mine, the sons of men." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus Wisdom's words discover <br>Thy glory and Thy grace, <br>Thou everlasting lover <br>Of our unworthy race! <br>Thy gracious eye survey'd us <br>Ere stars were seen above; <br>In wisdom thou hast made us, <br>And died for us in love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And couldst thou be delighted <br>With creatures such as we, <br>Who, when we saw Thee, slighted, <br>And nail'd Thee to a tree? <br>Unfathomable wonder, <br>And mystery divine! <br>The voice that speaks in thunder, <br>Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"</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> <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=537982" data-title="Wisdom de William Cowper" data-description="(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That feed the running rills; In me from everlasting, The wonderful I am, Found pleasures never wasting, And Wisdom..."></div> </div> </div>
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