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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shivering Beggar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, <br>Saint Edward met a beggar man. <br>It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, <br>The old man trembled for the fierce cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin<br>A beggar to lie in rags so thin! <br>An old gray-beard and the frost so keen: <br>I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet <br>And wrapped it round the aged varlet,<br>Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse, <br>Quaking and chattering seven times worse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said Edward, “Sir, it would seem you freeze <br>Most bitter at your extremities. <br>Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,<br>That warm upon your way you may go.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man took stocking and shoe and glove, <br>Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love, <br>Yet seemed to find but little relief, <br>Shaking and shivering like a leaf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said the saint again, “I have no great riches, <br>Yet take this tunic, take these breeches, <br>My shirt and my vest, take everything, <br>And give due thanks to Jesus the King.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The saint stood naked upon the snow<br>Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe, <br>Praying, “O God! my faith, it grows faint! <br>This would try the temper of any saint. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Make clean my heart, Almighty, I pray, <br>And drive these sinful thoughts away.<br>Make clean my heart if it be Thy will, <br>This damned old rascal’s shivering still!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stooped, he touched the beggar man’s shoulder; <br>He asked him did the frost nip colder? <br>“Frost!” said the beggar, “no, stupid lad!<br>’Tis the palsy makes me shiver so bad.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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Saint Edward met a beggar man. 
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, 
The old man trembled for the fierce cold. 

Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin! ..."></div>
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