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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>But One Talent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye who yourselves of larger worth esteem<br>Than common mortals, listen to my dream,<br>and learn the lesson of life's cozening cheat,<br>The coinage of conceit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-The angel, guardian of my youth and age,<br>Spread out before me an account-book's page,<br>Saying, 'This column marks what thou dost owe,<br>The gain thou hast to show.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit,' I said, 'I know, alas! too well<br>How poor the tale thy record has to tell.<br>Much I received, the little I have brought<br>Seems by its side as naught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five talents, all of Ophir's purest gold,<br>These five fair caskets ranged before thee hold;<br>The first can show a few poor shekels' gain,<br>The rest unchanged remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bringing my scanty tribute, overawed,<br>To Him who reapeth where He hath not strawed,<br>I tremble like a culprit when I count<br>My whole vast debt's amount.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What will He say to one from whom were due<br>Ten talents, when he comes with less than two?<br>What can I do but shudder and await<br>The slothful servant's fate?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-As looks a mother on an erring child,<br>The angel looked me in the face and smiled:<br>'How couldst thou, reckoning with thyself, contrive<br>To count thy talents five?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'These caskets which thy flattering fancies gild<br>Not all with Ophir's precious ore are filled;<br>Thy debt is slender, for thy gift was small:<br>One talent,-that was all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This second casket, with its grave pretence,<br>Is weighty with thine IGNORANCE, dark and dense,<br>Save for a single glowworm's glimmering light<br>To mock its murky night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The third conceals the DULNESS that was thine.<br>How could thy mind its lack of wit divine?<br>Let not what Heaven assigned thee bring thee blame;<br>Thy want is not thy shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The fourth, so light to lift, so fair to see,<br>Is filled to bursting with thy VANITY,<br>The vaporous breath that kept thy hopes alive<br>By counting one as five.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'These held but little, but the fifth held less,-<br>Only blank vacuum, naked nothingness,<br>An idiot's portion. He who gave it knows<br>Its claimant nothing owes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thrice happy pauper he whose last account<br>Shows on the debtor side the least amount!<br>The more thy gifts, the more thou needs must pay<br>On life's dread reckoning day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Humbled, not grieving to be undeceived,<br>I woke, from fears of hopeless debt relieved:<br>For sparing gifts but small returns are due,<br>Thank Heaven I had so few!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Than common mortals, listen to my dream,
and learn the lesson of life's cozening cheat,
The coinage of conceit.

-The angel, guardian of my youth and age,
Spread out before me an account-book's page,
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