Emphasis Preaching Journal
The splendor of the vision...
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The splendor of the vision of the holy city, the New Jerusalem, stands in sharp contrast to all that we experience in the current context. In John Keats' poem, "The Eve of St. Agnes," there is also such dramatic contrast. The poem begins:
St. Agnes' Eve -- Ah bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in wooly fold.
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St. Agnes' Eve -- Ah bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in wooly fold.
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