The Christian Year by John Keble
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page 132 of 300 (44%)
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Nor yet His Holy Spirit sent
To our abode. Ten days th' eternal doors displayed Were wondering (so th' Almighty bade) Whom Love enthroned would send, in aid Of souls that mourn, Left orphans in Earth's dreary shade As noon as born. Open they stand, that prayers in throngs May rise on high, and holy songs, Such incense as of right belongs To the true shrine, Where stands the Healer of all wrongs In light divine; The golden censer in His hand, He offers hearts from every land, Tied to His own by gentlest band Of silent Love: About Him winged blessings stand In act to move. A little while, and they shall fleet From Heaven to Earth, attendants meet On the life-giving Paraclete Speeding His flight, With all that sacred is and sweet, On saints to light. |
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