<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To--day I was at Milan, in such thought<br>As pilgrims bring who at faith's threshold stand,<br>Still burdened with the sorrows they have brought,<br>And vexed with stranger tongues in a strange land.<br>And lo, this sign was given me. At my hand<br>Hung that mysterious supper Vinci wrought<br>With the sad twelve who were Christ's chosen band,<br>A type of vows and courage come to nought.<br>And, while I gazed, with a reproachful look<br>The bread was broken and the wine was poured,<br>And the disciples raised their hands and spoke,<br>Each asking ``Is it I? and I too? Lord!''<br>And there was answered them this mournful cry:<br>``All shall abandon me to--night.'' So I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536336" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="To--day I was at Milan, in such thought As pilgrims bring who at faith's threshold stand, Still burdened with the sorrows they have brought, And vexed with stranger tongues in a strange land. And lo, this sign was given me. At my hand Hung that my..."></div> </div> </div>

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