<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gratitude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If gratitude a poor man's virtue is,<br>'Tis one at least my sick soul can afford.<br>Bankrupt I am of all youth's charities,<br>But not of thanks. No. Thanks be to the Lord!<br>Praise be, dear Lady of all grace, to you.<br>You were my mediciner, my one sole friend,<br>When the world spurned me from its retinue.<br>And I am yours, your bond--slave to the end.<br>--How shall I tell it you? There was a time<br>When I was sordid in my unbelief,<br>And mocked at all things less robust than crime,<br>A convict in my prison--house of grief.<br>But that is past. Your pity was the key<br>Which sent me forth, a broken man, but free.</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=536453" data-title="Gratitude de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="If gratitude a poor man's virtue is, 'Tis one at least my sick soul can afford. Bankrupt I am of all youth's charities, But not of thanks. No. Thanks be to the Lord! Praise be, dear Lady of all grace, to you. You were my mediciner, my one sole fri..."></div> </div> </div>

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