The Celestial Country By Bernard Of Cluny Pdf Printer
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Bernard of Cluny (or, of Morlaix or Morlay) was a twelfth-century French Benedictine monk, best known as the author of De contemptu mundi (On Contempt for the World), a long verse satire in Latin. Node Js Php Serialize Data.
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THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late; Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate— The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right. When the just and gentle Monarch Shall summon from the tomb, Let man, the guilty, tremble, For Man, the God, shall doom Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead; To the light that hath no evening, That knows nor moon nor sun, The light so new and golden, The light that is but one. And when the Sole-Begotten Shall render up once more The Kingdom to the Father, Whose own it was before,— Then glory yet unheard of Shall shed abroad its ray, Resolving all enigmas, An endless Sabbath-day. Then, then from his oppressors The Hebrew shall go free, And celebrate in triumph The year of Jubilee; And the sunlit Land that recks not Of tempest nor of fight, Shall fold within its bosom Each happy Israelite: The Home of fadeless splendor, Of flowers that fear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children, Who here as exiles mourn. Midst power that knows no limit, And wisdom free from bound, The Beatific Vision Shall glad the saints around: The peace of all the faithful, The calm of all the blest, Inviolate, unvaried, Divinest, sweetest, best. For war is needless,— Yes, calm! For storm is past,— And goal from finished labor And anchorage at last.