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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ten Lepers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee,<br>Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea,<br>’Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,<br>The Master and disciples to the city journeyed on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as they neared a valley where a sheltered hamlet lay,<br>A strange, portentous wailing made them pause upon their way—<br>Voices fraught with anguish, telling of aching heart and brow,<br>Which kept moaning: “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us now!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly raised the gentle Saviour His eyes like midnight star,<br>And His mournful gaze soon rested on ten lepers, who, afar,<br>Stood motionless and suppliant, in sackcloth rudely clothed,<br>Poor Pariahs! by their nearest, their dearest, shunned and loathed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not unto Him prayed vainly those sore afflicted ten,<br>No! He yearned too fondly over the erring sons of men,<br>Even sharing in their sorrows, though He joined not in their feasts,—<br>So He kindly told the Lepers: “Show yourselves unto the priests.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, miracle of mercy! as they turned them to obey,<br>And towards the Holy Temple quickly took their hopeful way,<br>Lo! the hideous scales fell off them, health’s fountains were unsealed,<br>Their skin grew soft as infant’s—their leprosy was healed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O man! so oft an ingrate, to thy thankless nature true,<br>Thyself see in those Lepers, who did as thou dost do;<br>Nine went their way rejoicing, healed in body—glad in soul—<br>Nor once thought of returning thanks to Him who made them whole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One only, a Samaritan, a stranger to God’s word,<br>Felt his joyous, panting bosom, with gratitude deep stirred,<br>And without delay he hastened, in the dust, at Jesus’ feet,<br>To cast himself in worship, in thanksgiving, warm and meet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly questioned him the Saviour, with majesty divine:—<br>“Ten were cleansed from their leprosy—where are the other nine?<br>Is there none but this one stranger—unlearned in Gods ways,<br>His name and mighty power, to give word of thanks or praise?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunbeams’ quivering glories softly touched that God-like head,<br>The olives blooming round Him sweet shade and fragrance shed,<br>While o’er His sacred features a tender sadness stole:<br>“Rise, go thy way,” He murmured, “thy faith hath made thee whole!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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’Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,
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