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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January, 1779</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,<br>There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.<br>In subterraneous caves his life he led,<br>Black as the mine, in which he wrought for bread.<br>When on a day, emerging from the deep,<br>A Sabbath-day, (such Sabbaths thousands keep!)<br>The wages of his weekly toil he bore<br>To buy a cock -- whose blood might win him more;<br>As if the noblest of the feathered kind<br>Were but for battle and for death designed;<br>As if the consecrated hours were meant<br>For sport, to minds on cruelty intent.<br>It changed, (such chances Providence obey,)<br>He met a fellow-labourer on the way,<br>Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed,<br>But now the savage temper was reclaimed.<br>Persuasion on his lips had taken place;<br>For all plead well who plead the cause of grace.<br>His iron-heart with Scripture he assailed,<br>Wooed him to hear a sermon, and prevailed.<br>His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew,<br>Swift as the lightning-glimpse the arrow flew.<br>He wept; he trembled; cast his eyes around,<br>To find a worse than he; but none he found.<br>He felt his sins, and wondered he should feel.<br>Grace made the wound, and grace alone could heal.<br>Now farewell oaths, and blasphemies, and lies!<br>He quits the sinner's for the martyr's prize.<br>That holy day was washed with many a tear,<br>Gilded with hope, yet shaded too by fear.<br>The next his swarthy brethren of the mine<br>Learned by his altered speech, the change divine,<br>Laughed when they should have wept, and swore the day<br>Was nigh when he would swear as fast as they.<br>'No,' said the penitent: 'such words shall share<br>This breath no more; devoted now to prayer.<br>Oh! if thou seest, (thine eye the future sees,)<br>That I shall yet again blaspheme, like these,<br>Now strike me to the ground, on which I kneel,<br>Ere yet this heart relapses into steel;<br>Now take me to that heaven I once defied,<br>Thy presence, thy embrace!' -- He spoke, and died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.
In subterraneous caves his life he led,
Black as the mine, in which he wrought for bread.
When on a day, emerging from the deep,
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