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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vaudois Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Lady fair, these silks of mine<br>are beautiful and rare,-<br>The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's<br>queen might wear;<br>And my pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, with whose<br>radiant light they vie;<br>I have brought them with me a weary way,-will my<br>gentle lady buy?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady smiled on the worn old man through the<br>dark and clustering curls<br>Which veiled her brow, as she bent to view his<br>silks and glittering pearls;<br>And she placed their price in the old man's hand<br>and lightly turned away,<br>But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call,-<br>'My gentle lady, stay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O lady fair, I have yet a gem which a purer<br>lustre flings,<br>Than the diamond flash of the jewelled crown on<br>the lofty brow of kings;<br>A wonderful pearl of exceeding price, whose virtue<br>shall not decay,<br>Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a<br>blessing on thy way!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady glanced at the mirroring steel where her<br>form of grace was seen,<br>Where her eye shone clear, and her dark locks<br>waved their clasping pearls between;<br>'Bring forth thy pearl of exceeding worth, thou<br>traveller gray and old,<br>And name the price of thy precious gem, and my<br>page shall count thy gold.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud went off from the pilgrim's brow, as a<br>small and meagre book,<br>Unchased with gold or gem of cost, from his<br>folding robe he took!<br>'Here, lady fair, is the pearl of price, may it prove<br>as such to thee<br>Nay, keep thy gold-I ask it not, for the word of<br>God is free!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hoary traveller went his way, but the gift he<br>left behind<br>Hath had its pure and perfect work on that high-<br>born maiden's mind,<br>And she hath turned from the pride of sin to the<br>lowliness of truth,<br>And given her human heart to God in its beautiful<br>hour of youth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she hath left the gray old halls, where an evil<br>faith had power,<br>The courtly knights of her father's train, and the<br>maidens of her bower;<br>And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales by lordly<br>feet untrod,<br>Where the poor and needy of earth are rich in the<br>perfect love of God!</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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