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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Star Of Bethlehem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Time the measure of his hours<br>By changeful bud and blossom keeps,<br>And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,<br>Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, to her poet's turban stone,<br>The Spring her gift of flowers imparts,<br>Less sweet than those his thoughts have sown<br>In the warm soil of Persian hearts:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There sat the stranger, where the shade<br>Of scattered date-trees thinly lay,<br>While in the hot clear heaven delayed<br>The long and still and weary day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange trees and fruits above him hung,<br>Strange odors filled the sultry air,<br>Strange birds upon the branches swung,<br>Strange insect voices murmured there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And strange bright blossoms shone around,<br>Turned sunward from the shadowy bowers,<br>As if the Gheber's soul had found<br>A fitting home in Iran's flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er he saw, whate'er he heard,<br>Awakened feelings new and sad,--<br>No Christian garb, nor Christian word,<br>Nor church with Sabbath-bell chimes glad,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Moslem graves, with turban stones,<br>And mosque-spires gleaming white, in view,<br>And graybeard Mollahs in low tones<br>Chanting their Koran service through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers which smiled on either hand,<br>Like tempting fiends, were such as they<br>Which once, o'er all that Eastern land,<br>As gifts on demon altars lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if the burning eye of Baal<br>The servant of his Conqueror knew,<br>From skies which knew no cloudy veil,<br>The Sun's hot glances smote him through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah me!' the lonely stranger said,<br>'The hope which led my footsteps on,<br>And light from heaven around them shed,<br>O'er weary wave and waste, is gone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where are the harvest fields all white,<br>For Truth to thrust her sickle in?<br>Where flock the souls, like doves in flight,<br>From the dark hiding-place of sin?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A silent-horror broods o'er all,--<br>The burden of a hateful spell,--<br>The very flowers around recall<br>The hoary magi's rites of hell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what am I, o'er such a land<br>The banner of the Cross to bear?<br>Dear Lord, uphold me with Thy hand,<br>Thy strength with human weakness share!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ceased; for at his very feet<br>In mild rebuke a floweret smiled;<br>How thrilled his sinking heart to greet<br>The Star-flower of the Virgin's child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sown by some wandering Frank, it drew<br>Its life from alien air and earth,<br>And told to Paynim sun and dew<br>The story of the Saviour's birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From scorching beams, in kindly mood,<br>The Persian plants its beauty screened,<br>And on its pagan sisterhood,<br>In love, the Christian floweret leaned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With tears of joy the wanderer felt<br>The darkness of his long despair<br>Before that hallowed symbol melt,<br>Which God's dear love had nurtured there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Nature's face, that simple flower<br>The lines of sin and sadness swept;<br>And Magian pile and Paynim bower<br>In peace like that of Eden slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each Moslem tomb, and cypress old,<br>Looked holy through the sunset air;<br>And, angel-like, the Muezzin told<br>From tower and mosque the hour of prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With cheerful steps, the morrow's dawn<br>From Shiraz saw the stranger part;<br>The Star-flower of the Virgin-Born<br>Still blooming in his hopeful heart!</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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By changeful bud and blossom keeps,
And, like a young bride crowned with flowers,
Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps;

Where, to her poet's turban stone,
The Spring her gift of flowers imparts,
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