<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Blessing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE MASTER He was hungry: <br> ‘Shall we not dine,’ said He, <br>‘On the good fruit amongst the leaves <br> Of this delightful tree?’ <br>But oh! the fig-tree bore no fruit. <br>‘Wither,’ He bade it, ‘to the root, <br> For thus deceiving me.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Master He was hungry. <br> He plucked the grains so red <br>Of wheat that grew beside the way, <br> And He was bravely fed. <br>‘For this,’ He said, ‘I guerdon thee, <br>Through all the years, a type to be <br> Of Christ, the Living Bread.’ <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Master He was thirsty. <br> He raised His hand on high, <br>And crushed the good red grapes that grew <br> The nearest to the sky. <br>‘And as thou gavest me drink of thine, <br>So must I pour my blood, O Vine, <br> When I for man shall die.’ <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Master He was passing <br> From men He held so dear. <br>The feast with bread and wine was made; <br> The Friday Cross was near. <br>‘Droop not!’ He spoke, and blessed their food: <br>‘The broken Body and the Blood <br> Sustain you year by year.’ <br>And corn and wine thenceforth have stood <br> His symbols everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Colborne-Veel">Mary Colborne-Veel</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455593" data-title="The Blessing de Mary Colborne-Veel" data-description="THE MASTER He was hungry: ‘Shall we not dine,’ said He, ‘On the good fruit amongst the leaves Of this delightful tree?’ But oh! the fig-tree bore no fruit. ‘Wither,’ He bade it, ‘to the root, For thus deceiving me.’ The..."></div> </div> </div>

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