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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ah Ling, The Leper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slime<br>Of a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime,<br>In a hovel reeking pestilence, and noisome as the grave,<br>Dwelt Ah Ling, the Chinese joiner, and the sweater’s willing slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Squatting down amongst the shavings, with his chisel and his plane,<br>Through the long, hot days of striving, dead to pleasure and to pain,<br>Like a creature barely human, very yellow, gaunt, and grim,<br>Ah Ling laboured on, for pleasure spread no lures that tempted him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the curious people, watching through the rotten wall at night,<br>Saw his death’s face weirdly outlined in the candle’s feeble light;<br>Saw him still intent upon his work, ill-omened and unclean,<br>Planing, sawing, nailing, hewing—just a skin and bone machine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neither kith nor kin the joiner had; perchance he nerved his hand<br>With the treasured hope of seeing once again his native land<br>As a Chinaman of fortune, and of finishing his life<br>At his ease in China Proper, with a painted Chinese wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Ah Ling grew yet more grisly, and ’twas easy now to trace<br>Signs of vice and fierce privations in his scarred and pitted face,<br>With a dreadful something added. By this thing the truth was known,<br>And his countrymen forsook him, and he lived and toiled alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the work came in, and still he slaved and saw his earnings grow.<br>Who’s to trouble where the goods are made when buyers will not know?<br>Gimcrack chairs and pretty nick-nacks from infected dens like this<br>Go to furnish happy homes to-day where ignorance is bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the time was come when Ling might take his treasure up, and go<br>To enjoy celestial comforts by the flowing Hoang Ho,<br>But one day his shop was raided, and upon him fell the hand<br>Of the Law—and death were better than the ruthless Law’s command.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Room for the leper, room!’ A thing of fear, Ah Ling was torn<br>From his hovel and his labour and his cherished hopes, and borne<br>To a home of untold terrors, where to life grim death is wed,<br>And the quick behold and know the loathly horrors of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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