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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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VIGIL OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ord, to Thine own grant watchful hearts and eyes;Hearts strung to prayer, awake while eyelids sleep;Eyes patient till the end to watch and weep.So will sleep nourish power to wake and riseWith Virgins who keep vigil and are wise,To sow among all sowers who shall reap,From out man’s deep to call Thy vaster deep,And tread the uphill track to Paradise.Sweet souls! so patient that they make no moan,So calm on journey that they seem at rest,So rapt in prayer that half they dwell in heavenThankful for all withheld and all things given;So lit by love that Christ shines manifestTransfiguring their aspects to His own.