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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bird's Bargain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O spare my cherries in the net,'<br>Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I <br>Summer and winter, shine and wet,<br>Will pile the blackbirds' table high.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O spare my youngling peas,' he prayed,<br>'That for the Abbot's table be; <br>And every blackbird shall be fed;<br>Yea, they shall have their fill,' said he. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His prayer, his vow, the blackbirds heard, <br>And spared his shining garden-plot. <br>In abstinence went every bird, <br>All the old thieving ways forgot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kept his promise to his friends,<br>And daily set them finest fare <br>Of corn and meal and manchet-ends, <br>With marrowy bones for winter bare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brother Benignus died in grace: <br>The brethren keep his trust, and feed <br>The blackbirds in this pleasant place, <br>Purged, as dear heaven, from strife and greed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blackbirds sing the whole year long, <br>Here where they keep their promise given, <br>And do the mellowing fruit no wrong. <br>Brother Benignus smiles in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q>
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Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I 
Summer and winter, shine and wet,
Will pile the blackbirds' table high.' 

'O spare my youngling peas,' he prayed,
'That for the Abbot's table be; 
And every blackbird shall be fed..."></div>
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