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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>I SEEK to move thee to my mind:<lb/>
                                        But in so doing, this I find; -<lb/>
                                        That 'tis not I who give to thee<lb/>
                                        The fond emotion I would see;<lb/>
                                        But thine immobility,<lb/>
                                        That moves me rather, more to thee.<lb/>
                                        Strange! that the coldness of thine heart,<lb/>
                                        Should thus to mine more warmth impart;<lb/>
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                                        And thus, what I would draw, to see<lb/>
                                        Draw me, who would the drawer be!<lb/>
                                        The more thou dost my pray'r deny,<lb/>
                                        Alas! the more I burh and sigh,<lb/>
                                        Lamenting Love's perversity.</p>
                                   <p>Adtrahens, abstrahor.<lb/>
                                        The puller is pulled.<lb/>
                                        LIFE'S high-rais'd landmark is the firm set rock,<lb/>
                                        Emblem of HIM who moveth all aroumd,<lb/>
                                        Himself quiescent, yet who gives the shock<lb/>
                                        Of Life and Motion which throughout abound.<lb/>
                                        Man, whose weak hand, and as it suits his will,<lb/>
                                        Would pull to hum that rock, shall strive in vain,<lb/>
                                        And learn therein, his Destiny is still<lb/>
                                        Thereto but to be drawn, howe'er he strain.<lb/>
                                        Sure guide to those who unreluctant hale<lb/>
                                        Their back thereon-their toil shall best avail;<lb/>
                                        And those who doubt, shall find it still prevail.<lb/>
                                        Si nunquàm Danaën habuisset ahenea turris,<lb/>
                                        Non esset Danaë de Jove facta parens.-OVID, Amor. Eleg.19.<lb/>
                                        Saepè ego cùm possem facilem exorare puellam,<lb/>
                                        Difficilis mentem coepit habere meam.</p>
                                   <p>Quod movet, quiescit!<lb/>
                                        That which moves, is at rest!<lb/>
                                        GOD the Immoveable Rock, moves all. -Psalm xvii.<lb/>
                                        EVERY good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the<lb/>
                                        Father of Lights, with whom is no variableness neither shadow of turning. -James i.17.</p>
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                                   <p>Omne motum non in moto movetur, sed in quiescente, et id qud movet, quiescit.<lb/>
                                        HERM. Paemand. cap. xi.<lb/>
                                        IMMUTABLE, yet changing all<lb/>
                                        On high, around, below;<lb/>
                                        Immoveable, yet moving all<lb/>
                                        The way that all should go: --<lb/>
                                        Fount of all Life and Light,<lb/>
                                        All Good, all Love, a Grace;<lb/>
                                        Encompassing with thought and sight,<lb/>
                                        Eternity and space:-<lb/>
                                        All peace, all sweet repose and rest,<lb/>
                                        Yet ever moving still<lb/>
                                        Earth, Sea, and Sky, as he knows best,<lb/>
                                        His purpose to fulfil:-<lb/>
                                        Changeless, where endless change we see,<lb/>
                                        Unmov'd-the Mover moves<lb/>
                                        All else in changeful harmony,<lb/>
                                        And though unmov'd-HE LOVES.</p>
                                   <p>WHAT is God? The Soul of the world. What is God? All that we see, and<lb/>
                                        that we do not see. The grandeur of God is infinite; alone He is all; for He<lb/>
                                        wills and directs His work.-SENECA.<lb/>
                                        AN Eternal God moves this mortal world; an Incorruptible Spirit breathes life into<lb/>
                                        our frail organs - CICERO.<lb/>
                                        We cannot understand God other than as a simple, free Being, divested of all<lb/>
                                        perishable admixture: knowing all things, impressing motion upon all, and enjoying in <lb/>
                                        and of Himself an eternal activity.<lb/>
                                        How do the Heavens speak to us? In what language doth it instruct us? The<lb/>
                                        seasons run their course; all is reborn, all things are renewed. It is with this eloquent<lb/>
                                        silence that they discourse to us the great Secret Principle by which all is moved.-<lb/>
                                        CONFUCIUS.</p>
                                   <p>Mon Dieu conduisse moy par la voie ordonnée,<lb/>
                                        Je suivray volontiers, de peur qu'un fort lien<lb/>
                                        Ne m'entraine mechant, où en hommme de bien<lb/>
                                        Je pourrois arriver, suivant la destinée.<lb/>
                                        The Prayer of Epictetus. LE SIEUR DU VAIR. (Manuel d'Epict.)</p>
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                                   <p>MY light from whence it came, mounts still on high<lb/>
                                        Unto the source of light that's never dry.<lb/>
                                        Like as the Rivers to the Ocean runne,<lb/>
                                        From whence their secret fountaines, first begun;<lb/>
                                        Like as the stone doth to the center sway;<lb/>
                                        So to the Spheres my light still makes his way.<lb/>
                                        No joyes, delights, and greatest weights of gold,<lb/>
                                        Nor pampering pleasure fast our soule can hold.<lb/>
                                        The panting soule rests not, untill it see<lb/>
                                        His maker God, a Tri-une Deitie.<lb/>
                                        FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>
                              
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PARENT uiuc_83931c29eep
TYPE emblem pictura
TIPE emblempictura
MOTTO_EN_NORM While We Draw, We are Drawn
NEXT uiuc_83931c29eep_emblem008b
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IIHIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A seaman pulls his rowing boat to the rocks with the help of an anchor
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HIM UIUC
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 25H131
; 31A2747
; 31D14
; 33C31
; 46C215(ANCHOR)(+31)
; 46C232
; 46C24
; 46C2711
; 46C283
; 51LL1(+3)
; 86(DUM TRAHIMUS TRAHIMUR)
; 86(WHILE WE DRAW, WE ARE DRAWN)
MOTTO_EN <p>WHILE WE DRAW, WE ARE DRAWN</p>
                              
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