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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Plate Of Gold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day there fell in great Benares' temple-court<br>A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;<br>'To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven.'<br>Thereat.<br>The priests made proclamation: 'At the midday hour,<br>Each day, let those assemble who for virtue deem<br>their right to Heaven's gift the best; and we will hear<br>the deeds of mercy done, and so adjudge.'<br>The news<br>ran swift as light, and soon from every quarter came<br>nobles and munshis, hermits, scholars, holy men,<br>and all renowned for gracious or for splendid deeds,<br>meanwhile the priests in solemn council sat and heard<br>what each had done to merit best the gift of Heaven.<br>So for a year the claimants came and went. <br>At last,<br>after a patient weighing of the worth of all,<br>the priests bestowed the plate of gold on one who seemed,<br>the largest lover of the race - whose whole estate,<br>within the year had been parted among the poor.<br>This man, all trembling with his joy, advanced to take<br>the golden plate-when lo! at his finger's first touch<br>it changed to basest lead! All stood aghast; but when<br>the hapless claimant dropt it clanging on the floor,<br>Heaven's guerdon was again transformed to shining gold.<br>So for another twelve month sat he priests and judged.<br>Thrice they awarded-thrice did Heaven refuse the gift.<br>Meanwhile a host of poor, maimed beggars in the street<br>lay all about the temple gate, in hope to move<br>that love whereby each claimant hoped to win the gift<br>and well for them it was (if gold be charity),<br>for every pilgrim to the temple gate praised God.<br>that love might thus approve itself before the test,<br>and so coins rained freely in the outstretched hands;<br>but none of those who gave, so much as turned to look<br>into the poor sad eyes of them that begged.<br>And now<br>The second year had almost passed, but still the plate<br>of gold, by whomsoever touched was turned to lead.<br>At length there came a simple peasant-not aware<br>of that strange contest for the gift of God-to pay<br>a vow within the temple. As he passed along<br>the line of shrivelled beggars, all his soul was moved<br>within him to sweet pity, and the tears well up<br>and trembled in his eyes. <br>Now by the temple gate<br>there lay a poor, sore creature, blind, and shunned by all;<br>but when the peasant came, and saw the sightless face<br>and trembling, maimed hands he could not pass, but knelt,<br>and took both palms in his, and softly said: 'O thou,<br>my brother! bear the trouble bravely. God is good.'<br>The he arose and walked straightway across the court,<br>and entered where they wrangled of their deeds of love<br>before the priests. <br>A while he listened sadly; then<br>had turned away; but something moved the priest who held<br>the plate of gold to beckon to the peasant. So<br>he came, not understanding and obeyed, and stretched <br>his hand and took the sacred vessel. Lo! it shone<br>with thrice its former lustre, and amazed them all!<br>'Son', cried the priest, 'rejoice, the gift of God is thine.<br>Thou lovest best!' And all made answer, 'It is well.'<br>And, one by one, departed. But the peasant knelt<br>and prayed, bowing his head above the golden plate;<br>while o'er his soul like morning streamed the love of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Henry+Leigh+Hunt">James Henry Leigh Hunt</a><div class=q>
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A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;
'To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven.'
Thereat.
The priests made proclamation: 'At the midday hour,
Each day, let those assemble who ..."></div>
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