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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tauler</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,<br>Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine,<br>Pondering the solemn Miracle of Life;<br>As one who, wandering in a starless night,<br>Feels momently the jar of unseen waves,<br>And hears the thunder of an unknown sea,<br>Breaking along an unimagined shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as he walked he prayed. Even the same<br>Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,<br>Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart<br>Had groaned: 'Have pity upon me, Lord!<br>Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.<br>Send me a man who can direct my steps!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, as he mused, he heard along his path<br>A sound as of an old man's staff among<br>The dry, dead linden-leaves; and, looking up,<br>He saw a stranger, weak, and poor, and old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Peace be unto thee, father!' Tauler said,<br>'God give thee a good day!' The old man raised<br>Slowly his calm blue eyes. 'I thank thee, son;<br>But all my days are good, and none are ill.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again,<br>'God give thee happy life.' The old man smiled,<br>'I never am unhappy.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tauler laid<br>His hand upon the stranger's coarse gray sleeve<br>'Tell me, O father, what thy strange words mean.<br>Surely man's days are evil, and his life<br>Sad as the grave it leads to.' 'Nay, my son,<br>Our times are in God's hands, and all our days<br>Are as our needs; for shadow as for sun,<br>For cold as heat, for want as wealth, alike<br>Our thanks are due, since that is best which is;<br>And that which is not, sharing not His life,<br>Is evil only as devoid of good.<br>And for the happiness of which I spake,<br>I find it in submission to his will,<br>And calm trust in the holy Trinity<br>Of Knowledge, Goodness, and Almighty Power.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silently wondering, for a little space,<br>Stood the great preacher; then he spake as one<br>Who, suddenly grappling with a haunting thought<br>Which long has followed, whispering through the dark<br>Strange terrors, drags it, shrieking, into light<br>'What if God's will consign thee hence to Hell?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then,' said the stranger, cheerily, 'be it so.<br>What Hell may be I know not; this I know,-<br>I cannot lose the presence of the Lord.<br>One arm, Humility, takes hold upon<br>His dear Humanity; the other, Love,<br>Clasps his Divinity. So where I go<br>He goes; and better fire-walled Hell with Him<br>Than golden-gated Paradise without.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears sprang in Tauler's eyes. A sudden light,<br>Like the first ray which fell on chaos, clove<br>Apart the shadow wherein he had walked<br>Darkly at noon. And, as the strange old man<br>Went his slow way, until his silver hair<br>Set like the white moon where the hills of vine<br>Slope to the Rhine, he bowed his head and said<br>'My prayer is answered. God hath sent the man<br>Long sought, to teach me, by his simple trust,<br>Wisdom the weary schoolmen never knew.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, entering with a changed and cheerful step<br>The city gates, he saw, far down the street,<br>A mighty shadow break the light of noon,<br>Which tracing backward till its airy lines<br>Hardened to stony plinths, he raised his eyes<br>O'er broad facade and lofty pediment,<br>O'er architrave and frieze and sainted niche,<br>Up the stone lace-work chiselled by the wise<br>Erwin of Steinbach, dizzily up to where<br>In the noon-brightness the great Minster's tower,<br>Jewelled with sunbeams on its mural crown,<br>Rose like a visible prayer. 'Behold!' he said,<br>'The stranger's faith made plain before mine eyes.<br>As yonder tower outstretches to the earth<br>The dark triangle of its shade alone<br>When the clear day is shining on its top,<br>So, darkness in the pathway of Man's life<br>Is but the shadow of God's providence,<br>By the great Sun of Wisdom cast thereon;<br>And what is dark below is light in Heaven.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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