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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Ground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shy maids have haunts of still delight, <br>The lover glades he never tells; <br>And one is mine where mass the bright <br>And odoured chimes of foxglove-bells. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A dewy, covert, silent place <br>Where surely long ago God walked <br>Close to His creature's blinded face, <br>And for his finer moulding talked. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There hawthorn glows as if, white-hot, <br>God present, it were sacred found <br>To preach a creed too oft forgot-- <br>That all we tread is holy ground. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, could we but remember this, <br>Our thoughts would spring as purely up <br>To labour for our fellows' bliss <br>As doth to heaven a snowdrop's cup!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Norman+Rowland+Gale">Norman Rowland Gale</a></strong></div>

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