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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>‘He came unto His own, and His own received Him not’</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Christ the Lord was passing by, <br> He came, one night, to a cottage door. <br> He came, a poor man, to the poor; <br>He had no bed whereon to lie. <br> <br>He asked in vain for a crust of bread, <br> Standing there in the frozen blast. <br> The door was locked and bolted fast. <br>‘Only a beggar!’ the poor man said. <br> <br>Christ the Lord went further on, <br> Until He came to a palace gate. <br> There a king was keeping his state, <br>In every window the candles shone. <br> <br>The king beheld Him out in the cold. <br> He left his guests in the banquet-hall. <br> He bade his servants tend them all. <br>‘I wait on a Guest I know of old.’ <br> <br>‘’Tis only a beggar-man!’ they said. <br> ‘Yes,’ he said; ‘it is Christ the Lord.’ <br> He spoke to Him a kindly word, <br>He gave Him wine and he gave Him bread. <br> <br>Now Christ is Lord of Heaven and Hell, <br> And all the words of Christ are true. <br> He touched the cottage, and it grew; <br>He touched the palace, and it fell. <br> <br>The poor man is become a king. <br> Never was man so sad as he. <br> Sorrow and Sin on the throne make three, <br>He has no joy in mortal thing. <br> <br>But the sun streams in at the cottage door <br> That stands where once the palace stood. <br> And the workman, toiling to earn his food, <br>Was never a king before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Elizabeth+Coleridge">Mary Elizabeth Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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 He came, one night, to a cottage door. 
 He came, a poor man, to the poor; 
He had no bed whereon to lie. 
 
He asked in vain for a crust of bread, 
 Standing there in the frozen blast. 
 The door was locked an..."></div>
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