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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chunder Ali’s Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I AM poor,' said Chunder Ali, while the Mandarin above him <br>Frowned in supercilious anger at the dog who dared to<br>speak; 'I am friendless and a Hindoo: such a one meets few to<br>love him Here in China, where the Hindoo finds the truth alone is<br>weak. I have naught to buy your justice; were I wise, I had not<br>striven. Speak your judgment; ' and he crossed his arras and bent<br>his quivering face. Heard he then the unjust sentence: all his goods and gold<br>were given To another, and he stood alone, a beggar in the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the man who bought the judgment looked in triumph<br>and derision At the cheated Hindoo merchant, as he rubbed his hands<br>and smiled At the whispered gratulation of his friends, and at the<br>vision Of the more than queenly dower for Ahmeer, his only<br>child. Fair Ahmeer, who of God's creatures was the only one<br>who loved him, She, the diamond of his treasures, the one lamb within<br>his fold, She, whose voice, like her dead mother's, was the only<br>power that moved him,— She would praise the skill that gained her all this Hindoo's<br>silk and gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the old man thanked Confucius, and the judge, and him who pleaded.<br>But why falls this sudden silence? why does each one hold his breath?<br>Every eye turns on the Hindoo, who before was all unheeded,<br>And in wond'ring expectation all the court grows still as death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not alone stood Chunder Ali: by his side Ahmeer wasstanding, <br>And his brown hand rested lightly on her shoulder as he smiled <br>At the sweet young face turned toward him. Then the father's voice commanding <br>Fiercely bade his daughter to him from the dog whose touch defiled. <br>But she moved not, and she looked not at her father or the others <br>As she answered, with her eyes upon the Hindoo's noble face: <br>'Nay, my father, he defiles not: this kind arm above all others<br>Is my choosing, and forever by his side shall be my place. <br>When you knew not, his dear hand had given many a sweet love-token, <br>He had gathered all my heartstrings and had bound them round his life; <br>Yet you tell me he defiles me; nay, my father, you have spoken <br>In your anger, and not knowing I was Chnnder Ali's wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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