Confirmation Poem by John Keble


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The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud
Calm on this tents of Israel lay,
While drooping paused twelve banners proud,
Till He arise and lead this way.

Then to the desert breeze unrolled,
Cheerly the waving pennons fly,
Lion or eagle--each bright fold
A lodestar to a warrior's eye.

So should Thy champions, ere this strife
By holy hands o'ershadowed kneel,
So, fearless for their charmed life,
Bear, to this end, Thy Spirit's seal.

Steady and pure as stars that beam
In middle heaven, all mist above,
Seen deepest in this frozen stream:-
Such is their high courageous love.

And soft as pure, and warm as bright,
They brood upon life's peaceful hour,
As if the Dove that guides their flight
Shook from her plumes a downy shower.

Spirit of might and sweetness too!
Now leading on the wars of God,
Now to green isles of shade and dew
Turning the waste Thy people trod;

Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil
Between us and the fires of youth;
Breathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale,
Our fevered brow in age to soothe.

And oft as sin and sorrow tire,
This hallowed hour do Thou renew,
When beckoned up the awful choir
By pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew;

When trembling at this sacred rail
We hid our eyes and held our breath,
Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail,
And longed to own Thee to the death.

For ever on our souls be traced
That blessing dear, that dove-like hand,
A sheltering rock in Memory's waste,
O'er-shadowing all the weary land.

Brian Jani 01 May 2014

Nice poems, I like your style

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 January 2017

Charmed life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 09 January 2017

Nice poem built on the stylistic embellishment of a quatrain of ten stanzas. Sylva-Onyema Uba

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Chinedu Dike 09 January 2017

Insightful with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.

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Susan Williams 09 January 2017

Then to the desert breeze unrolled, Cheerly the waving pennons fly, Lion or eagle- each bright fold A lodestar to a warrior's eye.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Now that's an image with which to stir the soul!

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Seamus O Brian 09 January 2017

...Thee how strong, our hearts how frail... When all the wars and strife of life have passed over us like the storms of summer, we are left old and frail and so much more aware of our finite mortality.

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Tom Allport 09 January 2017

a time and place has been pre-booked for every race? visual confirmation will be sent at a later date.

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John Keble

John Keble

Fairford, Gloucestershire
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